Needless to say that was my favorite spot.

  Before I forget Tippy finally caught up to us. From what I could understand he had come home after we had moved and the parents of the kids next door had put him into a crate and shipped him off to us. Somehow though he ended up in his crate for about a week and when he finally arrived he was a real mess! Honestly I never smelt anything so bad! John and Mom gave him a good bath and even though he was a cat he seemed to really enjoy it, mind you he was getting all the attention.

  He was soon back to his old ways although he didn’t seem to wander as far and was home most days. Actually he turned out to be a lot of fun, as we would together go on short rambles around our property.

  Just when everything was going pretty good, Mom went a brought home another cat! Well actually it was a kitten and it was as white as I was black. Neither Tippy nor I were too impressed with this circumstance; other than hurting it our only recourse was to try and ignore it. Well it wasn’t much different than another kitten I recalled. It wouldn’t be ignored; it was either trying to sleep with us or when we were sleeping it would want to play. The only thing I could get away with was the odd growl, but Tippy quite often delivered a lightning fast swat with out being caught.

  In time though we were forced to concede that Patches was now part of the family. He wasn’t very smart that one. We didn’t realize it when he was small but as he got older we could tell that he lacked any aggression and adventurism. But he did get to spend a lot of time in the house and every evening on Mom’s lap. We decided she just felt sorry for him.

  Winter finally arrived that year, it was quite different than any of us were used to, it snowed and it snowed. The two cats didn’t like it so much but I kind of got a kick out of it. Our three humans liked to go out in the early evenings and play like kids, I of course would be included in these romps and afterwards we would all go inside for a goodie or two and to cozy up to the fire. Ahh those were great evenings.

  We lived at Port Hardy for quite a long time, some kids moved in where the sissy dog lived and although John spent quite a bit of time with them, I was always included when they were outside which was most of the time.

  These same neighbors had a bunch of chickens that they would let loose. One day they found Mom’s garden and from her reaction caused a lot of damage. After I saw John knock one them over with a well placed rock I decided they must be fair game and took it on myself to keep them out of our yard. This eventually caused a little problem because in my enthusiasm for this new responsibility I sometimes chased them all the way to the neighbor’s. One day the man from there came yelling to our gate; he went on about killer dogs, no eggs and a bunch of other words. Senior didn’t say much but when the man paused Senior just said that in future any chickens in our yard would become either chicken stew or fried chicken. The next day I noticed that all the chickens were in a pen, they never appeared in our yard again.