So I had this cat. He was my first cat, and his name was Kelcey. All black, calico/tabby mix. He was the cat who would play with our 90 pound boxer and be equally matched with him. He was a boss cat. I received him for Christmas when I was in preschool. Sadly, when he grew up he decided that he was going to mark his territory in multiple spots around the house, multiple times. So he then became an outdoor kitty.
Lew, as nice as that is, no one cares about your first cat and his urinal issues. This happens to be pivotal for the setup up of my story. It's also a very short story, so adding all of that in makes it seem a little longer. I'm a thinker. Anyways, one day we discovered that Kelcey was well in touch with his primal instincts. He killed a bird. Now, my dad didn't really care, I doubt my sister did either, my mum was a little upset because I think it was a chickadee (let's be real, those things are cute), and I was gutted. I couldn't believe that my sweet cat Kelcey could murder another creature like that. So what did my little kindergarten self do? I took it upon myself to write an apology letter to the other birds on my cats behalf. It was a very stirring and well thought out letter at that. I do believe it was something along the lines of, "sOR ry f oR Yor dEt h". It was written on a 5x3 pink piece of paper. I asked my daddy to get the strongest stapler (wood stapler) and put it on the apple tree where the birds could see it. Such a good dad, he did so. And it stayed there for at least a year, until it was all rain-washed & faded, barely even readable. I like to think that I appeased the birds on that day, and hopefully, made amends for the loss of their dear little birdie brother. Or sister. How DO you tell the gender of a bird?
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