Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 87
“How tall is this cat?”
I was being twined ... figure eights around my legs. He was purring loudly and speaking all 998 different sounds cats make.
“Twenty two inches at the tip of the scapula ... measured sitting. Length nose to buttocks is three feet ... tail adds another 28 inches. He can levitate 8 feet 11 inches flatfooted ... straight up.” He said. “That’s measured by a laser level. He weighed 38 pounds when he jumped the fence ... he’s probably in the low 40’s now. Eat? I never seen a domesticated cat eat like that one does. But ... he eats once a day ... unless he’s pestering the black panther. They play together a lot.
“That fence is fourteen feet tall and the surveillance cameras show that he never touched it going over.
“One more test ... nobody has passed yet ... I think you might. Sit down ... on the floor.”
The cat walked up and sniffed me all over. The tom sniffed my breath ... I sniffed his ... we leaned into each other and bumped foreheads ... there was an audible spark. He curled up on my lap and presented his belly. I rubbed it. He was asleep in seconds. The huge fur ball was heavy!
“Yup, you passed. You biked?”
“Yeah.”
“How you getting him home?”
“He’s mine?”
“Yup ... never saw a cat take to a person like that before. I’d say you’ve been chosen.”
The orange and brown spotted monster began to snore.
“That’s the first time he’s done that.” The manager said. “Cats don’t snore unless they’re absolutely safe. How you getting him home?”
“I’m pretty sure he’ll run alongside as I pedal home.”
“If he was a dog ... you’d have to have him on a leash. Leashes on cats is cruelty to animals.”
“He has his shots?”
“Yup ... chipped too.”
He paused looked like he was considering something ... made up his mind and said, “This fella was somebody’s pet ... and extremely expensive ... like maybe as much as twenty grand for a four month kitten. I’d say he got too big and scary for his owner ... he can’t be more than two. Not one person claimed him ... or even posted posters looking for him. We’ll issue a bill of sale ... well ... a letter of possession.”
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