A Cat Named Little John
Maryann Miller, author of mysteries, screenplays, and teen non-fiction, Â stays active in a number of organizations including Sisters In Crime, The 
Trails Country Centre For The Arts in Winnsboro, Texas, and was a founding member of The Greater Dallas Writers’ Association. Maryann has been entertaining us with her stories about her feline family and today she’s here to tell us about the beautiful Little John who is not so little anymore.
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Hi. I’m John. Technically my name is Little John, but, as you can see that moniker no longer fits. Have you ever heard the song, “Big John, big bad John, baddest cat in the whole darn town?” That’s me. I’m the man….er, cat. I own this place, even though my human slaves think they do. I let them have the delusion. What’s it to me.
I share this house with two humans, two dogs, and three other cats. Although it is rumored one of the cats is only a temporary boarder, whatever that means.
When I first went to live with my human slaves I was a really tiny kitten. And don’t tell anyone, but I really missed my 
mommy. If you tell, I swear I will come and shred your curtains. Anyway, the woman would hold me and let me snuggle into that neat crevice between her neck and her shoulder. What a comfy place that is. I still like to do that and do not understand why she finds that so uncomfortable. I usually do that at night when she is reading in bed and her book sure gets in the way.
The woman slave goes into a room she calls her office a lot. Not sure what she is doing there, but sometimes it is fun to stretch out on her desk in front of this thing that looks like a TV, but isn’t.
What? You think I don’t know what a TV is? I may look stupid, but that is only an act so I don’t have to do anything but lie around and look handsome. Don’t you agree I am about the most handsome cat in the world?
Ah, but I digress.
In the office I like to sleep on this big box she has on her desk. Sometimes it starts making noise and wakes me up, then paper starts coming out of its rear end. Paper? Then I have to get down and find someplace else to finish my nap. This table is okay, but it would be better if she took all those silly toys out of here. I mean, really, I’m not a baby, and neither is she.
When I am hungry and the slaves have not responded to my gentle requests for food, I know I can always get one of them to hop-to if I start knocking things around. We cats eat in the laundry room on top of two big white things, and I like to knock the dishes off. One of them is metal and it makes the most amazing clang when it hits the floor. If that doesn’t get their attention, I start knocking things off the counter in the kitchen. I’m not supposed to be on counters, but, you know, cats don’t always do what they are supposed to do.
Speaking of food…. I think it’s that time. See ya around.
April 10, 2011
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Big John certainly has the right attitude and knows what’s important. We could make the world a much better case if we paid attention to what cats can teach us. My buddies Ernie and Jewel would probably get along with John very well.
Fun post, Maryann. Thanks for sharing your buddy.
Steve. glad you enjoyed the post. I agree that cats can teach us a lot. When they are in the mood to share, that is. LOL
I II love this! I wrote one short story from a cat’s point of view (based on my daughter-in-law cat) and it was fun.
What do they say? Something like: you own a dog, but a cat owns you.
Hahahaha!!!! John, you’re a fun cat. And smart. I bet your human slaves just adore you
And yes, you are very handsome!
Delightful post, John, although I suspect you dont think of it that way, just reality. But I’ll use this opportunity to tell Maryann I enjoyed it, too!
John sounds as demanding as my big black cat, Felix. When he wants breakfast (far too early n the a.m. ) he purrs loudly in my ear and kneads my hair. Thanks for sharing!
Hi everyone, this is John. This silly computer thing won’t let me set up my own way to communicate, so I have to use this one from Maryann. Just want to say thanks for dropping by. And, Becky, you have amazing taste in cats.
Yes, (not so little) John, you are a handsome cat. I and my family are owned by two cats and a Chihuahua who thinks she’s a watch dog and has a long list of stuff to bark at. All the four legged and two leged family are different as night and day but we love each other. All we have to remember is ‘dogs have ‘masters’ – cats have ‘staff.’
Purrrrrr….
Jackie
Hi, everyone, John again. Just wanted to let everyone know that it is time for my human to give me my bedtime snack so I can go to sleep. Busy day bossing her around tomorrow.
Oh, John, you don’t look stupid at all. The look in your eyes, the curve of your whiskers belie your vastly superior intelligence. I read your post to Neko (lounging on my lap even as I type) and he approves. He asks me to type “delightful take on the writing life, old sport.”
Molley, maybe I need to meet Neko. One can’t have too many fans. And I am so glad you recognized my innate intelligence. My owner insists that I am a little slow. Fooled her, didn’t I.
Purrrrr….. John
Oh my. If ever a cat had “THE LOOK,” this one does. Nice piece Maryann. I’ll make sure City Kitty reads it.
Thanks, Anita. Hope City Kitty likes it.
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