Midnight Tales #4–Midnight the Cat and Scout the Dog, Story Number 17

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Midnight Tales #4–Midnight the Cat and Scout the Dog

I don’t remember if I told you that I live in an apartment building.  It’s not a really big one.  There’s only three floors.  We live on the first floor and a nice lady lives on the second floor and on the third floor there lives a family, a mom and dad and two little boys.  The Mom and Dad yell a lot.  I can hear them in my bedroom, two floors down, sometimes.  And the little boys are ok, but they’re too little for me to play with.  But they also have a dog named Scout.  She’s a standard poodle who is almost as tall as I am and she has curly hair just like me, except hers is light brown and mine is dark and a lot longer.

Sometimes Scout likes to hang out in the backyard.  I like Scout a lot and she likes me, too.  She always runs up to me when she sees me and I like to pet her even though her stinky dog breath is right in my face.  We have a fence in the backyard now so Scout can go out and the little boys, too.  And Midnight and Cinnamon like to go out too.  It has grass now.  It used to be all cement.  The first time the kitties went out, they went right to the grass and started eating it.  It looked funny, like a herd of cows, only they were cats.  They like to go outside when it’s warm and I like to sit out there with them and read a book or just watch the clouds.  Sometimes they still eat the grass and Mom wants them to stay outside until they throw it up again—because that’s what always happens.  Other times, they just lay in the sun.

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Scout and Midnight–first watercolor wash

Scout really likes the kitties.  She usually only sees them through our back door.  She barks and wags her tail and Cinnamon runs away and Midnight hisses and Scout gets even more excited.

But one August day, when it was really hot and the air smelled like lavender and samosas from the Indian restaurant down the street, Midnight was outside.  I was outside with him, but I came back in to get some iced tea.  My mom makes sun tea from the mint in our garden.  I like it a lot.  Anyhow as I was pouring my tea, I heard a lot of barking outside.  Scout was out there without her people and Midnight was outside without his people.  I hurried back out, with my cup, in time to see Scout chasing Midnight around the yard.  I didn’t know Midnight could run that fast!

But then Midnight stopped in the corner of the yard, under the little apple tree where the garage meets the fence, and turned around.  He hissed at Scout, who was still barking.  I think she thought Midnight was finally going to play with her.  But she was wrong.  He charged right at her, with his teeth showing and his fur all puffed up to make him look even bigger.  He was still a lot smaller than Scout, though.  He lunged for her and scratched her right on her nose.  I would have tried to stop him, but it all happened so fast.   By that time, the Dad from upstairs was in the yard and called Scout, who listened to him for a change.  She wasn’t really hurt, but she was scared.  So was Midnight.

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Scout and Midnight–2d watercolor wash

I apologized to the Dad.  But he said it was alright.  Scout was fine and maybe she learned a lesson, he said.  I don’t know if that’s true, but I learned something.  I’m always really careful to keep an eye on Midnight when he’s outside. 

He was fine, by the way.  In fact, he seemed quite pleased with himself.  He went inside and waddled straight to his bowl to get his treat like he does after he gets his claws trimmed.  I guess he thought he did a good job.  Anyhow, I did give him a little of Cinnamon’s dry food—that’s his usual treat— and then he jumped onto my bed, washed his face and took a nice nap.

THE END

It’s been a while since I wrote a Midnight story, but when the kids (Rachel and Michelle–they’re 24, but are still the kids to me) were home for Thanksgiving, they reminded me of the story this was based on.  And now I’m in Novi, Michigan visiting my parents, so I’m missing the kitties.  But this weekend is my Mom’s 85th birthday and I’m very happy to be here.  Happy birthday, Mom!

And thanks to everyone for stopping by.

Enjoy!

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And beware of angry kitties!

I am a writer, handworker, artist and teacher (a WHAT!), and a mom of two beautiful daughters who are amazingly 17 and 21. I am working on getting my first book, a fantasy novel for young people, published and am busy spinning on my new spinning wheel. I have been a Waldorf early childhood teacher for 10 years now, and before that, I was a lawyer. Teaching is much more fun.

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