Carle the Cat Story Part 3

Two-shakes was a very old sheep. Two-shakes had been around for a long as any of the other barn yard animals could remember. In fact, it was said that when Two-shakes was just a little lamb that her father had gotten up every day to push the sun over the hill to light up the day. Of course, Two-shakes would neither confirm nor deny if this story was true but Carle had his doubts. But Carle had decided that he was a young cat and these matters were best left to others, at least as long as the sun was up every day.

                 

That evening as Carle approached Two-shakes’ wide pasture area he noticed that Two-shakes was chewing on a bright flower. “Where did you get treat today?” asked Carle. “Well...”said Two-shakes, “I found it on the edge of the fence when I took my afternoon stroll. You know, the grass is always greener on the other side!” Carle shook his head in amazement at Two-shakes wise saying. “I have a question for you Two-shakes.” “Go ahead,” replied the old sheep. “Well, two-shakes I was wondering why I couldn’t have been a ferocious bull instead of a silky-soft cat.” “That is a very good question, Carle,” replied Two-shakes swallowing the blade of grass.

Carle the Cat Story Part 2

Carle was a very lonely cat. This was probably due to his living in a trash can in the corner of the fair grounds. His home was a bit smelly he supposed but he had a wonderful view of the fair grounds and the events that took place there each year. Each morning Carle would wake up to a beautiful sunrise just over the antique building. He would eat his breakfast of scraps and dream of being a rodeo bull. After he finished his breakfast he would wander through the empty stalls and try to find a mouse or two to catch for lunch. After his lunch he would usually take a nap because eating the mice made him so very tired.

               

Usually Carle’s naps consisted of him as a big tough rodeo bull. He would toss all the cowboys in the air. He would be the meanest, the toughest, and the roughest bull that there ever had been at the rodeo. However, often these dreams ended up in Carle frightening himself and waking up with a jolt. After calming himself down a little, Carle would make his way over the road to see Two-shakes, the lamb in Farmer John Deere’s pasture.

Carle The Cat Story Part 1

Although it is typically acknowledged that the drawbacks of living in a garbage can usually far outweigh the benefits, one major advantage is that the occupant of said garbage can is normally left alone and thus ensures a quiet night’s rest. However, this particular garbage can’s location happens to be in a far corner of a county fairgrounds. So, when the fair comes around as it does every year, this garbage can’s resident is denied his rest, even if his place of residence has been overlooked by the people who invade the fair grounds and the workers there who normally would be disrupting the garbage can’s dweller by the constant checking of and emptying of said trash can. That is, if the occupant wasn’t right in the middle of the action. Because this garbage can’s inhabitant was one Carle, a brown male feline. But this story isn’t not about a trash can but Carle…