Cat Street

My neighbor to the north of me has a kitten. You’ll never guess where it likes to hide.

In trees.

I’m not so sure it’s all cat. It might just be part squirrel.

*Professor squirrel.

To the south, my neighbor there has a cat, fully grown. It likes to climb. When it can’t jump high enough to get to something, this cat uses alternate means. Smart cat.

Then there’s my cat. He has a potty mouth. He thinks he has Tourette’s, so he takes medication. The meds make him sleepy. At least, that’s the story he tells us. Regardless of whether it’s a truth or an embellishment, we let him sleep. The house is much more peaceful that way.




*That has nothing to do with my neighbor’s kitten. It’s just that every time I see the word squirrel, I think of a similar fictional character’s name.

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, twelve screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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