M. is for Miss. Bee ( Ch. 1)

Hi! My name is Miss. Bee. I am a very pretty cat. My markings are
brown, and
white with a black mark, that goes up the side of my face. I have a lot
of yellow
also. But, I would rather call it a soft golden color, instead of
yellow. I'll be four
years old come September.

I am not a pedigree! I'm just a lovely old mixed breed.

I live in a beautiful setting in the hills. I have a rustic home that
my master, built
for me on the railing of his deck. I suppose it is at least 8 feet off
the ground. The
view is just gorgeous.

There are flowers planted everywhere. The rose hedge is so awesome; I
love to
watch the bees buzzing from flower to flower, and the hummingbirds too.
They are
tasty looking but, they're too hard to catch.

To the side of my house, is a ditch with running water. There are
frogs, and
salamanders living in there. In the back of my home, is a forest with
lots of wild
animals.

I have this neighbor, and his name is George. I suppose he is about my
age. He's a
cool cat, long gray hair, and he has white paws. He's the only cat in
our
neighborhood that wears socks. He is very muscular, and good-looking
too. But, I
think of him as a brother. We used to be real pals when we, were young.
We would
get into everything.

His masters always planted a garden, and after they, finished planting.
We would
roll, jump, and dig in the soft dirt. They buried these tiny seeds.
"Heck" we, would
dig them up, and bat them around.

But, what made them the maddest was when we used the bathroom there. I
mean
give me a break it was only dirt! Where else were we supposed to go we
lived
outside?

His masters would always chase after us with the broom. It was
hilarious! George,
and I would wait until they almost caught up with us. Then we would
bolt up a big
tree! It was so much fun watching them shake their broom at us. But,
they were
good masters I cannot remember one time that they actually hit
us!

They also had this rooster in a building. We decided to go calling on
him. He gave
us a scare we, never forgot. "I mean that rooster was huge." I know now
why they
called him, "Big Red!" We crept through the door, crawled over where
he, was
feeding.

George, took a big leap, and landed on his back. It was funny at first
here's this
kitten, riding this rooster. It didn't last long! He swung old George
off, and he hit
the wall like a ton of bricks. It almost knocked the breath out of
him.

He was on "George" before I knew what was happening. Big Red, dug his
spurs in
George's back. "George" let out a scream which would straighten your
hair if it
was curled.

I jumped like I had been shot! I leaped at that rooster with my claws
stretched out.
But that old rooster wasn't as old as I thought. He came at me, with
both feet, I tried
too, dodged him. But, he ended up taking a chunk out of my ear.

I'm here to tell you! We made a quick dash for the door. George, and I
both
squeezed through it at the same time. I believe that's why my coat, is
so thin today.
I left most of it hanging on the door hinge.

Now you, would have thought two young kittens would have learned a
lesson.
"Right!" "Nope" We decided to go calling on these nice little old lady
cats that lived
down the road. I'm here to tell you, these felines had it made. They
had anything
they wanted. They lived inside of their masters home.

They dressed those cats in designer's clothes. They had collars with
diamonds, and
not a hair, were out of place. They even had the best cologne, and you
could smell
them, a mile away.

Their names were French. I couldn't even begin to pronounce them. But,
George
swore up, and down one of their names was Sher`rie. I think old George,
was sort
of sweet on her. He was always hanging around down at their
house.

But, they didn't care too much for me! They always seem to look down
their noses
at me. I guess they didn't want another female hanging around. I
figured they were
jealous of my looks.

But, anyhow these two had a big play ground. They each had their own
climbing
towers, scratching poles, and chow that any cat, would purr for.

The only thing I, never understood about these two old felines. Their
master's seem
as though they, cared so much for them. But, yet they led them around
on these long
leashes. It minded me, of the guy next door, he always walked his
poodles on a
leash.

I often wondered when they were behind close doors if they, were
treated like dogs.

Where was I? "Oh, yea" George, and I decided to go down their late one
evening it
was almost suppertime.

These two old cats got to play out in this enclosed fence area anytime
they wanted
to. They even had a fancy trap door, which lead inside the house.

An old gray-haired man always brought their food out in these fancy
glass bowls.

George, and I had decided we were going to scale that fence. We were
determined
to get a piece of their fish!

We crawled through the hedges, and crouched down waiting for the old
man. The
two old lazy cats were lying in the sun all stretched out sun
bathing.

I reached over, and pawed George, on top of the head, he had fallen
asleep. We
poked our heads up, and watched as the old man, placed the two bowls of
fish, and
milk on a stand.

I glanced over at George, and he was licking his lips. My stomach
growled like a
lion. George looked at me, and shook his head.

The oddest thing happened the two old felines ran over, and smelled the
fish, and
followed the old man into the house.

George, and I, looked at each other, and made a quick dash to the top
of the fence.
We leaped off the fence, and landed right by the bowls. "Yummy!" The
smell of the
fish was so enticing! I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it.

We were just getting ready to take our first bite. When out walked the
two meanest,
ugliest cats. I have ever seen in all my born days.

The two old lady cats' master, had gone to the city, and picked up two
old alley cats
one, had a scar over his left eye. All of a sudden out of nowhere he,
leaped on my
back.

He dug his claws into my neck, and was holding me, down with his teeth.
I actually
thought he was going to break my neck.

The other old alley cat leaped on George, I could see fur flying
everywhere.

I just knew my life was over! I could see it fading away right in
front of my eyes. I
thought that I was going to die at the paws of this alley cat.

I fought him with everything in me. But, he was a full-grown cat, and
I was just a
kitten. He was suffocating me, and I slowly passed out.

When I awoke, I was lying on top of a plastic bag, in the forest behind
my house.

I could hardly move, and my left leg was bleeding. I tried to stand
but, my legs
buckled under me.

I thought, if I could crawl home my master would help me.

I looked around for George. But, he was nowhere in sight.

I couldn't get up I checked my back leg, and it was broken. The blood
was oozing
from a deep claw mark. My back felt like I had been carrying a heavy
load.

I looked up at the sky. It would be dark soon. I hated the thought of
sleeping
outside. I had to find a safe place. I couldn't just lay here in the
open. I looked
around, and spotted a hole in an old rotten tree stump.

I started crawling with all the strength I had left in me. I glanced
back at my broken
leg it, was as though I was towing it. The pain shot through my whole
body. I
nuzzled in the hole, and laid my head back on the soft leaves.

My mind drifted back to the fight. I faintly remember the old man
picking me up.
"Oh, no" He had dumped me here to die! What a cruel master he is, I
cried.

I could feel sleep over taking me, and once again I thought of,
"George."
(To be continued)