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Gibby's Story
By Sharry Stevenson
Trafford Publishing
Copyright © 2012 Sharry Stevenson
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4669-3322-4
Chapter One
Hello! My name is Gibby (short for The Giblet, more on that later.) I am a Birman, which is a breed of cat. The Birman is the sacred cat of Burma, shrouded in legend and mystery.
The legend states; In ancient Burma there lived many golden eyed, long haired, white temple cats. One evening as the monk was praying, invaders entered the temple, killing the monk. His cat put his paws on the dying monk, facing a golden goddess. A miraculous thing happened, the temple cat's hair turned the color of golden mist, his eyes blue, and his paws white. Today, Birmans come in many different colors, much like the Siamese cat.
Our history is interesting as my breed almost disappeared during World War II due to the fighting and the bombing of the cities. A wonderful man from France saved us by taking some of my breed back to France with him.
But I digressed a bit. I want to tell you my story.
I was born loving adventure. I never knew how much trouble I could get into.
My first big adventure was when I was 6-7 weeks old. I left my feline and human families by hiding in a car. I went where the car went. Bad idea, as I went far away from my home and the engine of the car got hot and burned my feet. I got out of the car as soon as it stopped.
What a big, strange, world I found. I started walking, even though my feet hurt. I was so tired ,and scared and thirsty. I saw an inviting yard and dashed into it. A very big but friendly dog met me and showed me to the back door of the house. A lady came out, picked me up and took me inside. She gave me water and some milk. I meowed for two hours, telling her my story but she just could not understand cat talk. I was so tired that I went to sleep after telling my tale.
The lady discovered my sore feet, cleaned and treated them. I know she tried to find my family but I was miles away.
Now, my name. I arrived on Thanksgiving Day. Turkey and Pumpkin did not fit, so she said, so I became The Giblet, or Gibby for short.
I decided my new family was okay and I had a new home, food and water and shelter.
But I still had a strong urge for adventures. I explored my new home, too much for the liking of my human. She found me in the clothes dryer. It was warm in there but she quickly removed me. Then there was the washing machine. What a neat place to hide. My human quickly removed me again. She said something about these things being dangerous. What is dangerous?
I think I got the hint when I jumped into the refrigerator. It was soooo cold. I was glad when my human removed me from there.
I hate to be groomed, so I hid the grooming cloths.
She trained me to a leash. That seemed like a bad idea, but I found out with the leash I was able to go outside. I could also ride in the car much more comfortably.
I went to work with my human. She worked in an office and other people would come in to see us. Many had a treat for me.
I had playmates, too, a yellow lab dog, two ferrets, and a Siamese fighting fish. There were adventurous things to get into, the file cabinet drawer was always fun. And I loved catching the paper coming from the printer.
My human did some silly things, like dressing me as princess ...
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