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Cassidy the Cat—The Neighborhood Rule

Our neighbor, Dick, owns a beautiful male cat of lengthy white fur, tinted with just a hint of gray dispersed perfectly throughout. It performs a stately stride, topped with its arrogant, pug-nosed, never-deviating expression. You just can’t help but assume with certainty that it has secured many a blue ribbon though Dick has never trained nor entered him in any competition. When I first met Trouble, the cat of perfection, I was confident he was a coroneted, prize-champion.

This respectful, marked appearance of Trouble doesn’t keep him from shrinking in fear when our cat, Cassidy, conceitedly pounces outside our door, though holding no pedigree appearance or papers. If Trouble is anywhere near and spots Cassidy, he scampers for home at a grand rhythmic pace; yet, never departing from that stately stride.

Not long ago, my husband, Alan, and I were conversing with Dick …Trouble being attentive at Dick’s side. Cassidy took note and casually strode over to divert my attention to her, not desiring it be given to any other, including Blue-ribbon Boy. This immediately caused Trouble to back away from us, not knowing what Cassidy might devise against his innocent well-groomed self, even on his own property. Dick always laughs at this intimidation upon his feline, male specimen.

No neighborhood sashaying cat stays about for Cassidy’s punishment when she, the queen of beasts, walks through her door. She loves to rule in majesty and will not transfer her lion-like ancestry robe, crown and title, to another.

Now our cat Alfredo who is all love and gentleness, relishes the friendship of his neighborhood fellow felines, and would never even think of possessing a desire to control, manipulate and rule. When it comes to Alfredo, Cassidy is family-loyal to a degree, when in her outside realm. Though she hates Alfredo with a vengeance, she will defend him as a brother; but only if a threatening need arises, such as the time a black lab sought to overtake Alfredo. He knew not what to do but just stand there. Fortunately, lion-like Cassidy did. She bolted swiftly like a striking snake and pounced on the bewildered, huge thing which caused it to retrieve its forwarding jaws from poor, dumbfounded Alfredo. I don’t think Alfredo ever fully comprehended her prompt action, but I was thankful she was there to back the black thing away.

When it comes to the neighborhood dogs, they are viewed as no threat to Cassidy. Canines learn quickly that Cassidy rules over every created critter and they must be set in place under “her” rulership in “her” neighborhood. Never have I witnessed fear in Cassidy when a dog is near, never deflecting a porcupine-like towering of fur; just a determination that articulates, “I will not surrender my place.”

No, I have not set out a sign that warns “Beware of Cat!!” Animals can’t read, don’t you know and people rarely listen to my warnings. Oh well, such is life in this charming neighborhood which the LORD God has blessed with His delightful assorted creation.

Love in Jesus Christ, our Creator LORD (Colossians chapter 1),

Val Lee

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A Cassidy the Cat video with our son, Nate, and his dog, Charlie: 

(Cassidy only loved me. She hated every other person and thing. This story is recalled from several years ago.)

May 17, 2013 Posted by | Cassidy the Cat, Cat Story, Mad Cat Cassidy, True Cat Story, Uncategorized | , , , | Leave a comment

Native American Friend

Ernie vintage frame


True Native American

My family enjoyed living across the street from a dear neighbor, who was a widower—Ernie, in Portland, Oregon. He was truly a Native American. He was a tall, agile, handsome Indian; actually part Indian, though I can’t remember from which tribe. Since we all relished the outdoors, we would camp together in Oregon’s vast areas of wilderness. When traveling to a campsite with Ernie, we always ventured the back roads. Freeways were not his forte. I never complained of the length of time it took to arrive at our destination as I enjoyed these rural routes of scenic beauty.

Ernie came and visited our home frequently in the evening, being a lonely widower. He lost his beautiful bride at a young age and he never remarried. He had been a friend to my grandmother and father (grandfather died when my dad was a young teen). He had watched my father mature into a man. My grandmother eventually went home to heaven to be with her Savior, Jesus Christ. Through it all, Dad made sure he continued a man to man relationship with his faithful companion.

Ernie was the best handyman. I don’t think there was anything this old gentleman could not perform in this field. One of the ways Ernie implemented his hands-on-talents was in woodworking. I remember when he constructed a miniature church for my mother who enjoyed assisting in the children’s department of our Baptist fellowship. Our family all admired it. We were not the only ones who took a fancy to it. It also caught the eye of our cute, very young kitten. I am sure he felt it had been designed for him, seeing it was just his size. After looking it over, he slowly stepped in, moving up the aisle.

This pussy had a most lovely face and it decided to peak its darling countenance out one of the many church windows. His cute, little face was perfectly framed. Who could not help but laugh?

After so long, however, it developed into a not-so-cute situation, as the little guy was unable to maneuver his sweet face back into the church building. He tried and tried. We as a family tried too, pushing and shoving, being very cautious of not hurting the little thing. Finally, we gave up in great despair. What a conundrum! What to do? Ernie finally came to mind. He would help without any hesitation. He was a handyman and the crafter of the fine little church. Yes, Ernie was the answer. My mother, along with my two sisters and myself, marched the little church with kitten across the street to his house. Ernie analyzed the situation and implemented his handling talents—lengthy hands and gifted brain—to gingerly maneuver the young feline’s face back into the church. Wow! What a relief. It seemed there was little Ernie could not accomplish. We had been so afraid that the well-designed, petite structure would have to be destroyed. Ernie had placed so much work into it; we couldn’t bear to think of him being hurt by its dismantling.

Over the passing of years, both my parents passed on, but Ernie remained—being afforded many years upon this earth. It came to the place where he could not care for himself and he was moved to a retirement center. My sisters and I visited him a time or two in his new small residence. Later, he moved out east to be with his son and contact was broken. We still think of him off and on as he was a true friend, neighbor, and Native American.


Fisherman’s side note:

I never met a better angler. Ernie could catch fish where no one else could obtain a bite. In younger years, he was a great hunter and had climbed skyward into areas that no one else dared for that perfect, prized trophy. We spent many summer nights in the high country, around a campfire, with this intriguing, story-telling Indian.

Val Lee

November 24, 2008 Posted by | Cat Story, Hunting and Fishing, Indian, Native American, Oregon, True Animal Story, True Cat Story, Uncategorized | , , , | Leave a comment

Pretty-boy Alfredo – The Unconventional Cat!

Pretty-boy Alfredo © Val J. Lee

Our cats are so opposite!  Let me tell you about it … Alfredo is a homebody—a collector of love and affection. He is so spoiled; we even have toys for him including play mice. He doesn’t enjoy outdoor life that much.  Yes, you can tell by the photo that he is red and hairy all over just like the Biblical Esau in the Bible, revealed in Genesis chapters 25 and 27; but he does not have a reputation for hunting game.  Remember Esau?  He loved to hunt and make delicious stew for his venison-craving father, Isaac—who just gloated over the skilled, game-killer instinct in his beloved son. 

Now Cassidy, our black and white feline, displays a different scenario, as she mostly resembles the personality traits of Esau.  She certainly bears his tenacious heart as she loves the prey that meets her carnivorous cravings.  Bringing home the bacon is her delight in life. … and she brings plenty!  Isaac would have been so proud to own such a skilled hunter of an animal. And on top of all that she just loves showing off! What more could an appreciator want? She leaves all kinds of gifts of birds and mice  (and one time, a large black gopher) right at our door even though she is declawed. One time she left us a large head, which my husband could not decipher. I refused to look even though he kept coaxing me.

Often, when one of these creatures is caught in her powerful and speedy jaws, she will produce such an excruciating meow, it brings us running to the window where she gleefully displays the distressed captured creature … producing a personal energetic audience to her delight.    


I am afraid Rebecca, Isaac’s wife, would have disapproved of Cassidy and would have sought a way to dispose of this show-off hunter-cat so she wouldn’t have to face the leftovers.  Remember … Rebecca doted over Jacob, he being the clean and well-manicured son.  Only Pretty-boy Alfredo would have been permitted on her premises.


Now, you can rightly bet Alfredo just mortifies Cassidy, just like Esau was embarrassed by soft, Pretty-boy Jac. Jacob was such a homebody and a mother’s boy, don’t you know!  


One day, Cassidy decided she had just had it with this softy!  She brought home a tempting live mouse and set it before Alfredo, who was, of course, simply reclining on the porch.  Alfredo slowly got up and graciously received her gift and played with it in appreciation till its life was spent.  I think Cassidy truly believed she had finally reformed this stupid idiot.  However, within a short period, Alfredo was back in the house completely stretched out on his luscious bed, belly up!  Yes, Cassidy completely failed in her reformation mission which has resulted in her backtracking to growling and hissing at this odious, red cat.  Oh well, life goes on, Cassidy.  

Val Lee



Cassidy video with my sons: Mad Cat Cassidy  She loves only me!


Cassidy a terrorizer video: Killer Cat, Cassidy  


November 8, 2008 Posted by | Alfredo and Cassidy, Cat Story, Mad Cat Cassidy, Pretty Boy Alfredo - The Unconventional Cat, True Cat Story, Uncategorized | , , , | Leave a comment