They All Thought I Could Be Tamed

 

The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse but that’s horse- …well, you know. I was born here in this place that would come to be called the Old West and then eventually the West and then eventually a bedroom community of Denver with comfy, centrally heated homes, one’s choice of beds, warm laundry, and not really the Cimarron despite what that image over there depicts and says because the Oklahoma panhandle doesn’t really have those awesome mountains. Where was I? Oh yeah, but to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between the earth and sky. I can’t believe I just said that. I don’t even know what that means. Must go easy on the catnip. Anyway, like the wind in the buffalo grass, kitty cats belonged here, especially if there was a soft pillow in front of a crackling fireplace and the smelly, slobbering dog was put outside, even in the winter. We would always belong here.

They say the domesticated house cat is the true symbol of the West. No, really, they say that. Whether the West was won or lost in the end you’ll have to decide for yourself (but here’s a hint: while you’re out busting your hump making a living, scraping pennies together to make ends meet, ask yourself who in the household sleeps 20 or more hours a day and gets a bit ornery when her food dish is empty, or the litter box hasn’t been changed in a while?) But I digress. The story I want to tell you is true. I was there, and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name in a time when wild kitty cats of all breeds and varieties ran free – except, of course, for those fat, lazy Persians. I don’t think they’re even capable of running.

And so, I grew from adorable tabby kitten to bold, majestic fully-grown tabby cat as wild and reckless as thunder over the land racing away from the eagle (those damn things will eat you) and soaring with the wind. Flying? There were times I believed I could. Of course, there were times that I was convinced I could leap from the bed to the top of the dresser. Like my father before me (whoever he was) I became leader of the household and with that honor, came absolutely no responsibility. None whatsoever.

Photos for artwork by Colin Lloyd and Karlis Reimanis on Unsplash.

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  1. Gossamer Cat Coolidge
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    Brian Watt: They say the domesticated house cat is the true symbol of the West. No, really, they say that.

    Brian Watt: I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name in a time when wild kitty cats of all breeds and varieties ran free – except, of course, for those fat, lazy Persians.

    There is truth in what you say, except that the Persians were there.  I saw them on the Superbowl many years ago. Back when you could trust Superbowl ads to be funny and true.  

     

     

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  2. Brian Watt Member
    Brian Watt
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    Gossamer Cat (View Comment):

    Brian Watt: They say the domesticated house cat is the true symbol of the West. No, really, they say that.

    Brian Watt: I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name in a time when wild kitty cats of all breeds and varieties ran free – except, of course, for those fat, lazy Persians.

    There is truth in what you say, except that the Persians were there. I saw them on the Superbowl many years ago. Back when you could trust Superbowl ads to be funny and true.

     

     

    Those were tabbies with fatty tissue prosthetics and wigs…or possibly a deep fake.

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  3. Brian Watt Member
    Brian Watt
    @BrianWatt

    I do admit to harboring a great degree of Tabby Privilege.

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  4. sawatdeeka Member
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    Brian Watt: Of course, there were times that I was convinced I could leap from the bed to the top of the dresser.

    Ha, ha. 

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  5. Jimmy Carter Member
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  6. Hoyacon Member
    Hoyacon
    @Hoyacon

    I want that book.

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  7. Susan in Seattle Member
    Susan in Seattle
    @SusaninSeattle

    “The wind calls my name; I demand to be free – and I am because I have a cat door.  Now feed me, from those little cans you keep in the pantry.”

    Thus spake Joanie, the owner of our home.

     

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  8. Percival Thatcher
    Percival
    @Percival

    ♪♫ Born free, as free as the wind blows… ♫♪

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  9. Jimmy Carter Member
    Jimmy Carter
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  10. cdor Member
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    Yep!

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  11. Skyler Coolidge
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    That was fun.  Thanks.

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  12. davenr321 Coolidge
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    @davenr321

    More Mittens!

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  13. Basil Fawlty Member
    Basil Fawlty
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    Kitty Cat of the Great Salt Lake.

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  14. Brian Watt Member
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    Basil Fawlty (View Comment):

    Kitty Cat of the Great Salt Lake.

    That Mittens isn’t as majestic.

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