A TAIL OF TWO KITTIES

Katsky was always into mischief and usually caught the dickens. He lived a purr-fect life which was the cat's meow.. Katsky tended to leap into things without much pussy-footing around He liked to get together for meow-meows with Catrina next door. Now she was the cat's pajamas! Catrina was a writer who had done several biographies. She was a cat 'o nine tales. When she purr-used the ninth book, it gave her paws. She was afraid it might be fatal. However, she scratched her head, kept her ears to the ground, and dug in. She was careful about using the right claws in her book. Katsky cat-apulted out the window for a visit to the cat house next door. He went around the catwalk and missed falling off by a whisker. Catrina said she didn't mind being stalked, but that she was tired of these cat-and- mouse games. She gave Katsky a cat nip. .When they played, Katsky said that Catrina was just pulling his leg. One of them usually got a good licking. Then there was a near cat-astrophe. They overturned a lamp and escaped in a hurry. Kat took one giant leap for feline kind. He was up a tree without a paddle He hoped the mistress wouldn't get her dander up. Then the fur would fly. The two would stick together. They had been in con-furr-ences before. They often discussed how to build a better mouse trap and had several lofty ideas. It was only the sport, really. Trina was gentle as a Persian lamb, and Kat hadn't trapped a mouse in a Coon's age. Well, it had been an adventurous day. Both agreed it was time for a nice long cat nap.

Tucker and I love to go the beach. Tucker is a yellow lab, and romping in the waves is his idea of heaven. Our favorite sandy stretch is called Pirate's Cove because Bluebeard's descendants supposedly have buried treasure there. We walked down to one end so that Tucker could indulge in his favorite activities He loves to bring me anything worthy of his doggy treasure pile. Soon, a shell, half a Frisbee, and a dead crab had been duly delivered to a spot next to my blanket. I watched him romp, squinting in the brilliant sunlight, against a bright blue sky. As I peered into the lapping water, all I could see was a tail, madly flapping. My determined water retriever was causing a sand cloud under the waves as he dug down for something. I presumed he was digging up a clam, which he has been known to do, but he emerged with something metallic and blackish dangling from his mouth. On closer examination, the darkened metal was an old filigreed chain, and hanging from it I caught the glint of something red like glass. There in my hand, I held Tucker's true treasure - a beautiful heart-shaped pendant.
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