Photo of cow on road, 2008; Changa the cat at SF SPCA site up for adoption Nov 13 2009
THE CHARITY DRIVE
by Lurene Gisee
(360) 656-6838
lurenexyz@gmail.com
July 30, 2018 Edition
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FECKLESS THE CAT
DEAD OR ALIVE
Suspect in attack on Acme Construction Crew. Short white hair, beady eyes which swing right and left looking for new victims, prominent black spot shaped like free-range chicken with grenade. Cat tag reads “JUSTICE” and depicts fish in full-body cast. Walks in misaligned fashion, assumed to be result of bulldozer “accident” after he refused to move aside.
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The Charity Drive with Feckless the Cat
February 15, 2009
Chapter One
I had a dog. He ran away from home one day and I couldn’t believe the story that eventually got back to me about what he saw during his errant trip to San Francisco, and how he survived….
It was called the North American Society for Poor and Homeless Kitties. It was Feckless’ front organization, and a darned reliable slot machine; Cash just about got up on its own and ran toward kitties in distress.
A large part of the proceeds actually did go to cats of underprivileged breeds in the gutter – the organization had to look well at accounting time – but history books were seldom written on outfits like this, and read half often as that. Feckless knew it, and acted toward his goal diligently, all the while purring happily like any other cat.
Whenever the organization made shopping mall fund drives, Feckless made certain that only the most dramatic cases were featured of cats that had been pierced, crucified, drawn and quartered, stampeded by packs of wolves, then dragged screaming for help behind old Chevy pick ups on remote country roads as cows in surrounding pastures stared aloofly, watching everything, witnessing nothing.
As any attorney will tell you in a court of law, of course, watching and witnessing is not the same thing.
Other victims had been pummeled, gagged, stretched, and then made to wear clown outfits in front of other cats while being forced to perform humiliating cat tricks.
So, one breezy afternoon outside the garden entrance of a mall in an affluent town, five pitiful cats sat in cages with kibbles and water and plush fleece blankets. Each creature was a portrait of utter destitution.
There was an assortment of cages. Cage one had a cat with one horribly disfigured eye into which some unidentified, hideous assailant at a beach bonfire beer bash had shoved a burning stick. The fact that he stammered and panted for everyone gave him the gasps of all spectators – and like the tourists to Alcatraz in San Francisco, the crowd somehow always had tickets.
Cage five was the most unbearable sight of all. To understand this cat’s situation, according to the story posted atop the cage, one had to go back one month to the inferno which consumed a single family home on Main Street – the little house with the humble, white picket fence and little bed of red tulips. The brave kitty had entered the horrifying blaze to catch the only remaining occupant of the home – SamPox, the family kitty.
Yes, to the delight of the children, the kitty was saved from the very tongue of torture that fateful day, but the brave cat emerged surrounded by the grasping flames of agony. Even his tail was burning like a blowtorch. He chased his tail uselessly, over and over, round and round, trying to reach the site of the fire, which only made the flames more violent and ferocious.
A vengeful pack of stray dogs made it worse, egging him on from the next yard.
“Keep running! You’re almost there!”
And here the poor feline stood now through the blurry eyes of major contributors: A naked twig on Medical Marijuana – the only pain killer he could obtain in unlimited quantities in this town with the crappy insurance he supposedly had.
Oh, the misery in this world! Oh, the godless and unthinkable future!
Feckless looked at the five cages and felt his eyes water…with happiness! He was making more loot than he ever imagined. Ha! When people feel guilt, they pay, and pay big.
Oh, the mountains of cash! God Bless America! God Bless gilt! It’s a wonderful life, indeed!
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July 30, 2018
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Check out some of my other blogs:
bayarealurene.blogspot
bayarealureneb.blogspot
fecklesspreapproved.blogspot
unbelievableanimalstories.blogspot
risksinreporting.blogspot
genesisoutline.blogspot
jerusalem2000.blogspot
theworldofoil.blogspot
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