Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Gerlinky the cat

The tale of Gerlinky the cat is a strange one for he was maybe a she and she was half black and half white. Only Biscuits knew if Gerlinky was a boy or a girl. She knew it was qulasite useless becoming worked up over the nature of such a worthless thing as Gerlinky but Biscuits always thought of the cat as her friend, except for the time when she had tied its paws together  with glue and string and Gerlinky had refused  to be her friend because Gerlinky knew only too well who was likely to do such a thing and that only Biscuits would.

Although Gerlinky was an unremarkable looking thing the cat had a charm which few would ever recognize  and this was mostly in its ability to disappear when it was most in demand or to raise an eyebrow instead of an ear  when its name was called. The cat made sure that it was never made fun of by the children of the village even though it was childish itself. There could be fewo or none but Biscuits who would be its best friend and its worst enemy at the same time.

Gerlinky the cat had come a long way to arrive in this village and although it had only been a young cat when it had arrived (it had been so sprightly and gay most of the time.)  Gerlinky was a cat with an immense wisdom which most of the time went toward making sure that its day was not wasted, as that of most cats tended to be wased with the trivial things that can fill up so many days. It would make sure that the day had some direction. To achieve this the cat would draw up a list of things each morning which it would set out to resolve. Sometimes these tasks would be quite daunting. For instance: the cat would ask itself whether it would be possible  to canter about the feet of the milkman when he was delivering milk in the morning so as to offset his balance and to throw him into a pool of milk and splintered glass at the feet of whoevers house it was that he was delivering milk to at the time and at the same time to appear to be several streets away so that he could hear the bottle smashing and remark with a loud mieaow  that the neighbourhood was becoming a dangerous place to live in with so many bottle being broken and so much glass left lying about.

Where the cat was from was not certain as none of the cats which were said to be of the same family as Gerlinky, which lived in the neighbouring town could really be said to look anything like Gerlinky at all. It would not surprise most of the village if you were to tell them that this cat was from Mars, for this was how the cat behaved. It was different from other cats and it was for this reason that it had made friends with the postman and had stolen its way into his heart and purse and ad the same time made a friend of Biscuits.

The incident with the string and glue was a pity really as Gerlinky never again trusted Biscuits enough to go to sleep in his favourite patch  which was in the potatoe bed at the bottom of the garden. Here Biscuits and Gerlinky would have had most of their best conversations and Biscuits would miss exchanging growls as he or she would be falling asleep athough it is often only between the best of friends  that such ruel and cunning stunts may be concocted  and so perhaps Gerlinky knew that Biscuits was a good friend really even if she was hated most of the time.

In some ways Biscuits and Gerlinky did have a lot to share with eachother even if they were mostly unknown to eachother. The were both individuals by nature and they would both demonstrate  a cunning and intelligence  way beyond their years every now and then. Although it was hard to see these bursts of intellectual display in any solid achievement it would be possible  for the enlightened observer, such as Fuzzy or the Heron which would visit the pond at the front of the postman`s patch of land at different times of the year, to realise that intelligent they both were and that either one of them might be capable of getting away with murder if murder were their intent. I don`t think either of them were really capable of being evil though, just naughty more often than nice.

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