The animals of Sunny Farm
Shilling, the black and white tom cat, sat on the little wall of the back porch watching
the drive to the right and the back yard on the left. He was waiting. The people
should be back from the dog show at any time now and then he would have his meal.
He wondered what happened to the new tortoise-shell cat.
She was supposed to be able to leave the bedroom
today, after being locked up for a few days after arrival to ensure that
she would not run away.
She was supposed to have appeared hours ago but she either
went to the front garden or she was too frightened to come out.
Then he caught a movement in the far corner of the yard.
every window sill and tree in sight incase a dog or any of the many
other things that threatened cats should appear.
"prrt," said Shilling in greeting and hopped down from the wall to meet his
new friend: "I thought you would never come. By the way, my name is shilling."
"pfsht" spat the cat and trans formed her tail into a toilet brush: "Keep back!
You are a male and male cats have only one thing on their minds."
"Don't worry, I had an operation so I am not interested in silly things like mating.
I want to make friends." he said politely.
"Okay but turn your back and lift your tail so I can see whether you are talking
the truth." she ordered.
"pht! You are a vulgar female but if I have to do such a crude thing then you can
look up my rear end." he said and turned.
"Shilling! Who's crude now?" admonished a white cat from a nearby tree.
"Okay, you are fine but who's that in the tree?" asked the new cat.
"That is Whiskers. He is a shy cat and will only come down when he knows that
you will not fight with him or laugh at him.
Now what is your name?"
"My name is Patches. Where can I get food?"
"Did they not give you food this morning?"
"Oh, yes I had tinned food but I need a rat or maybe the kaffers have meat in their
shacks." she said.
"Patches! You must never use that word again. We are all equal in this country
now and we do not call one another names like that. You can be sued for deformation
of character if you call the black people that." said shilling.
"Well I was in my fourth life when I lived in this country and at that time the white
people used the term freely especially when they were angry with the staff. Then
a dog killed me and I woke up in
was the stable cat. A car drove over me there and now I'm in my sixth life and back
here so you can not blame me for not knowing." she defended.
"Well, its all right but just be careful." he said.
"What is wrong with the white cat in the tree?" Patches asked in a whisper.
"He is deformed. His front legs are very short but his hind legs are normal
length so it looks as if he is walking down hill all the time. Then he also has an
embarrassing problem. He can not always control his poo and it drips out some times.
He is a rescue cat and our people clean him up all the time." said Shilling.
"Shame, but they must be good people to keep such a cat."
"Yes, they are."
"Oh deary me. Our new kitten has arrived and she is already proving that she is
a bitch! I saw how she made you show her your back side." said the beautiful white
long haired cat that had just walked out of the back door.
"Don't be disgusting Sasha. I was showing her that I will not be able to mate with her.
Trust you to think about filthy remarks. You are constantly calling for a tom cat
to mate you and become pregnant. You had two litters in six months and you are nasty
to Patches who is spayed so stop being bitchy." hissed Shilling.
To call a cat the term for a female dog was the ultimate insult and Sasha, refined as she looked,
used it freely.
"And please remember; the people who we live with are not
our owners, they are our caretakers."
"Do you always have to state the obvious? Goodness Sasha you are truly a dumb blond."
"Dumb blond! dumb blond,"
barked Mia a yellow
over the bottom door.
"Did you know that the humans say that the only intelegent
blond is a golden
Patches vaulted in to the nearest tree and swore with fright.
"don't worry, it is only Mia and she loves all animals and birds.
She will never chase you." shilling reassured Patches.
Patches climbed down carefully as Mia wagged her tail in greeting.
Suddenly, there came the most deafening barking from the kennels in which the
bullterriers were kept. A horse neighed shrilly and the sound of many galloping hooves
on hard ground could be heard.
Without a word of discussion all the cats and Mia
ran at top speed down to the stable yard and past on to the grazing paddocks.
A white bullterrier called Cindy was chasing all the riding school ponies towards a wire
As a cat is the fastest animal over a short distance, Patches flew past Cindy and
confronted her but the dog could not stop in time and ran over the cat. When
she stopped, she found Whiskers confronting her.
"Eat me up, stupid dog!" he taunted the bitch but as she leaped forward, Whiskers, with
his extra strong hind legs to compensate for his short fore legs jumped and cleared
the dog, landing behind her.
Once again she could not stop in time and when she turned Whiskers was taunting
her by squatting on his hind legs ready to jump and shadow boxed with his little
front paws to annoy the dog.
Once again Cindy charged and Whiskers repeated his
In the meantime, Mia headed the horses off so that they would not try and jump
The bullterriers were barking madly as they cheered Cindy on and
made a din from over excitement.
As Whiskers was on the point to jump over
Cindy again he realized that she now knew his game
She did not charge but was waiting for him to jump so that she could swing round
and grab him.
Patches realized what was going to happen and shouted to Whiskers:
"keep eye contact so the bitch can get mesmerised. I'm coming!"
Then she turned to a big dun horse that was
standing near her.
"Jump on my back and I'll trample the dog. Then, when I'm over you jump and finish
her eyes off."
Patches had often slept or sat on the horses backs in the stables where she lived
in her fifth life. She gave one massive leap onto the broad back.
Whiskers still had the dog's attention and the horse, Magic, with
Patches on his back, took off at a gallop,
straight for the dog's side.
Patches knew when to leap off. When the horse's front hooves bowled the dog over
she leapt and landed ready for attack.
"Run Whiskers! Run!" she shouted as she jumped to the side
just as Magic's hind hooves scooped up Cindy, sending her flying across the paddock.
Just then the kennel hand arrived on the scene and quickly put a chain round
the dust covered dog's neck to lead her back to the kennel while scolding her
in unmentionable language.
"Why did Magic not kill the dog: it seems
as if she's only badly winded and in shock?"
Patches asked an elderly white mare, Kopido.
"A horse will never kill anything unless it's life or
the life of a mare or foal is threatened. We are noble creatures
and we stand for peace and love."
"Oh, you horses ...," sighed Patches.
"I forgot. On
the horse farm in
where I spent my fifth life, the horses had the same attitude."
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