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The Story of
Inky-Pinky-Pooh
(by Mary Essberger )

Inky-Pinky-Pooh was a very little kitten, and he lived in a very large house. It was a very grand house, too, but when a new cook arrived one day things began to be bad for poor Inky-Pink...
For the new Cook did not like animals at all. She rarely remembered to put out any food for Inky-Pink, and there were never nice tit-bits left over as there had been in the old cook's time. And Inky-Pink-Pooh was never allowed to sit by the kitchen fire nowadays... One day poor Inky-Pink was very hungry indeed. He had had nothing to eat for over two days.

At first he tried mewing gently, and rubbing himself against Cook's legs. But when she smacked him and pushed him away each time, he realised that that was no use!

So he sat beside his plate very quietly and hoped that that would remind Cook and soften her hard heart! But it did not seem to have any effect, and she merely scowled at him whenever she looked his way. Poor Inky-Pink, he felt very miserable. He not only felt more and more lonely and miserable, but more and more hungry, too.
So, when one day he suddenly noticed that Cook had left the larder door ajar, he slipped in quietly when she was not looking.

It was the most wonderful place he'd ever been in, and quite took his breath away! For a while he was lost in admiration just looking at the lovely plate of fresh liver, the pheasant hanging from a hook in the ceiling, the chicken and the ham... But, most beautiful of all was a plate of shiny, silvery fish lying there on a plate. It was just begging to be eaten, and it was on the lowest shelf of all!
He purred happily to himself, "Oh my whiskers and paddy-paws, what a be-au-ti-ful piece of fish...!!!!" But just as Inky-Pink was dragging the fish off the plate, Cook came back into the larder and caught Inky-Pink... To say that she was angry would be an understatement... She was furious!

Poor Inky-Pink was in disgrace!

He was smacked, and he was scolded, and then he was tied up to the leg of the table by a piece of string, so that he could not get into the larder again when Cook was not looking! It was all most humiliating!

And when a cheeky little mouse came by and grinned at him and said, "Good dog! Good dog! What a pretty lead you've got!" poor Inky-Pinky-Pooh felt that insult could go no further. He was very, very indignant indeed!
But the little mouse (whose name, by the way, was Twinkletoes) was really a kind-hearted little mouse, and when he saw how upset the little kitten was, and how thin and hungry-looking he seemed to be, he was sorry and asked what the trouble was. When Inky-Pink told him, Twinkletoes nodded his head and said, "I know! I know This new Cook never leaves even a crumb about... and as for cheese, oh!, my whiskers and twinkletoes, I've almost forgotten what it smells like! I can understand how hungry you must be!"

Then he said, "I know a house, not very far from here, where they love animals, and always have plenty of food for them - crumbs each day for the birds, and milk for the hedgehogs each night. I'm sure they would spare a little food for us. And I know the little girl has been wanting a kitten for a long, long time... I've never heard her ask for a mouse, but I have heard her asking for a kitten..."

So Inky-Piny-Pooh said, "I wonder if she would like me? I'm sure Cook doesn't want me, and I would so much like to have someone to love me and cuddle me and care for me!"

Then Twinkletoes had an idea. "If you will meet me tonight," he said, "when the moon is up, and you have been let off that - er - piece of string, I will show you the house and then you can think about it for a day or two and see if you feel you'd like to live there... it's a much smaller house than this big, grand house of yours" he added, apologetically.

This seemed an excellent notion, so they agreed to meet at twelve o'clock midnight that very night. And, as Cook had never bothered to untie Inky-Pinky-Pooh, even by midnight, Twinkletoes came back for him and gnawed through the piece of string and set him free!

Just as the clock was striking twelve, Inky-Pinky-Pooh and Twinkletoes set off for their walk.

The moon was like a big silver penny shining up in the sky, and the ground was covered with snow. Inky-Pink and Twinkletoes walked carefully along the tops of the garden walls, and over the roofs, all through the town until they came to the house Twinkletoes had mentioned.
It was quite a little house, with only quite a little garden round it, not at all like the big house and garden where Inky-Pink lived. But it looked warm, and pretty, and very 'home-y'.

Inky-Pink liked the 'smell' of the house very much indeed, but he did wonder what it looked like inside. He could not go in and out of the little mouseholes like Twinkletoes could, and all the curtains were drawn at the windows, so there was no way for him to be able to see inside.

He stood and thought for a minute. "I wonder," he said to Twinkletoes, "If I could see anything if I look down the chimney?"

So he climbed up on to the top of the chimney-pot and balanced there carefully while he tried to see down it, and Twinkletoes stood at the foot of the chimney-pot and asked anxiously, "Can you see anything? Can you see anything?"
And then, suddenly, there was the most awful squealing and screeching as Inky-Pinky-Pooh lost his balance and fell right down into the chimney, and Twinkletoes could only see Inky-Pink's tail waving frantically about in the air for a second before it, too, vanished completely down the chimney-pot! Then Twinkletoes heard a dull, muffled 'thud', and Inky-Pink's "Miaow!" from far away down inside the chimney-stack.

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Twinkletoes in consternation, "Oh my Blue Cheese and Gorgonzola! Whatever has happened to poor Inky-Pink?"
You may well ask what had happened to poor Inky-Pink! He was asking himself!

"Oh my whiskers and paddy-paws!" he exclaimed, as soon as he was in a fit state to exclaim anything at all, "Wherever am I?"

He looked around and saw that he had fallen on to a lovely white hearth-rug in a pretty, comfy-looking room. In one corner there stood a little tree that glinted with silver and was crowned with a big golden star. Inky-Pink thought he had never seen anything so lovely in his life!

And as he looked he saw something else too... his beautiful white coat was quite, quite black, from all the soot he had collected on it as he came down the chimney!
It was while he was staring at himself in dismay that he heard the door of the room open and the light was suddenly switched on!

Standing in the doorway was a little girl in a pretty blue night-gown, and behind her, hastily pulling on their warm dressing-gowns, were a lady and a gentleman! They all stared at the little black object sitting in the middle of the white hearth-rug. Then the little girl cried out, "Oh, Mummy! Daddy! Look! It's a dear little kitten! Father Christmas has brought me a kitten just like the one I've always wanted, only he is black instead of white. What a lovely, lovely Christmas present!"
Inky-Pink was never quite certain just what the little girl meant by 'Christmas present,' but there wasn't time to puzzle it out!

The lady, whose name was 'Mummy', said he was a poor little stray and he looked half-starved, poor mite, and he must have a bath and good warm meal; and the gentleman (whose name was 'Daddy') said he would make him a box to sleep in, and went off to see about it. And Mummy and the little girl, whose name was Marilyn, washed Inky-Pink in warm soapy water (which he did not like very much!) and then gave him some lovely warm milk to drink (which he did like, very much indeed!)

And the next day (which they all told him was a specially important day called 'Christmas Day') he was given a lovely red bow to wear around his neck, and as much warm milk to drink as ever he wanted, and he was allowed to curl up on the white hearth-rug in front of the glowing fire, where he purred and purred and purred with sheer contentment, until he sounded like an aeroplane out of sight!

And it seemed to him that in that house all days were Christmas Day, for everyone was always kind to him, and there was always plenty to eat and drink, and warm fires to sit by...

And every night, when the humans had gone to bed, Twinkletoes would creep out of the little hole he had found and made into his own little home, and he and Inky-Pink would sit together by the hearth and tell each other what they had being doing all the day. And Twinkletoes would sigh with happiness and say, "What a lucky night it was when you fell down this chimney, Inky-Pink!"

And Inky-Pinky-Pooh would purr and say, "Yes... and wasn't it a lucky day when Cook tied me to the table leg! For if she had not done that, then you would not have come by and spoken to me, and we would never have set out that night to look for this house, and then I would never have been able to climb up the chimney-pot to try to see down it...!"

And they would both sit there looking onto the glowing red heart of the fire and feel that they were the luckiest little animals in the whole, big, world!

â?"The Endâ?"



*** You cannot lose what you never had***

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Thanks. What a good story !
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Love you, Love my cats

by: Le Minh Thu

Dedicated to Fat and Kid, my lovely friends.
It was my two beloved cats who taught me that my love is unlimited and
that I could be the happiest girl in the world if I wanted to.

I was a cat-lover. I admired their tiger-like appearance when they
chased mice, I liked their idle look when they sat or lay doing nothing,
I liked their ways of rubbing their heads and necks to their master when
they wanted to show off their love. When a cat played with a woolen roll,
it seemed to me that nothing in the world could be more interesting and
impressive. I had two cats, of course.
However, it had been very hard for me to persuade Mom to allow cats
running in our house as she was afraid they would scratch her
stuffed- sofas and dirty all the housholds she had spent hours polishing.
Only when she could not stand me repeating that I wanted to have cats did
she agree with reluctance. It was Mom who brought my two cats home with
a statement that if the cats touched any of her things, I would be the
person to clean them or compensate in case they were broken . I was too
happy to object , and of course, rushed out to prepare "rooms" for my new
friends. I just couldn??Tt wait for my cats to be present at my house. The
first one, thus, the older, was called ??~ Fat??T because when he was taken to
my house for the very first time about 4 years ago, he was a 7-day- old
kitty, blonde hair with incredible short legs. Together with his fatness,
the short legs reminded me to a cotton ball made for babies to play. Fat
was curious with all strange things and big people around him so he had
always attempted to climb out of the small carton box, in which there were
a small plate of milk and another one of water and a small plastic vessel
holding sand as its toilet, I had eagerly prepared for him. Ah, it is a
??~he??T simply because my Mom insisted on not having a female cat, perhaps
she was afraid of the moment the female cat gave births to dozens of
other kitties. Fat had been a hunger cat. He consumed all things available
in his plate, he ate whenever he had slept enough and found nothing to play.
There was one thing special in his appetite, he never ate vegetables
( why I meant vegetables will be explained later ) . Hardly did he eat
rice ( common food for cats in Vietnam ) . The things Fat liked included
meat, chicken, fish, cheese and, strange enough, he liked hot cracker the
best. So if he could listen just to the rustling sound of the plastic
package of crackers, he would rush to me and asked for it. This sometimes
led to my and my parents??T embarrassment. More than once, he even rushed for
the cracker when I was offering it to my friends or my parents??T guests, and
if they had held the crakers in their hands, Fat was brazen enough to steal
them from our surprised guests. It was, however, a forgivable
characteristic of Fat.
The unforgivable one was that he always carried the mice in his mouth
into the middle of our sitting-room after chasing them to death. Though he
never ate the mice but the result of a fight between him and the mice was
terrible enough to make any mouse a mess. My Dad, on the contrary, liked
his ways of doing this. He said that Fat must be very intelligent. He took
the mice to us to boast that he had done a good job and that the mice was
carried into the room was much better than left in some far corner and
rotten there. I did not agree as I was in panic when I saw dead mice. If
Fat did so, the only thing I could do was to call my Dad and wait until he
came home to take the mice away.

Now, I would spend some minutes saying about the other cat. He
( of course, another ??~he??T ) arrived at my house one year later than Fat. We
called this one ??~Kid??T because when he was brought to my house, he was too
small, too weak, too wet and dirty. It turned out that his mother died
after giving birth to him and his brothers and sisters and he had no one
take care of him during the first days in his life. He looked exactly like a
small and wet leaf after a hard storm. At the beginning, none of us thought
that Kid could live long but, magic enough, he managed to drink all the milk
I had poured out into his plate and started to sleep. Poor Kid, he was
suddenly awakened by Fat. Too surprised, Fat went around Kid and made his
own investigation. Fat seemed to be quite angry and curious as his new
little mate made no move and no reaction when he tried to show Kid his
strength and and superiority and, to some extent, the ??~ authority ??~ in the
house.
Afterwards, it seemed that the big brother now understood how weak his
little brother was. So Fat stopped showing off to lick Kid and tried to warm
him up. Then Fat even lay beside Kid to keep him warm and I was so happy to
see Fat wanted to protect Kid when anyone except for my family tried to
touch Kid. Perhaps, it was Fat??Ts strength and love at the very first time
that made Kid, even now, when he has grown bigger than Fat, have inferior
and respectful behaviors to Fat and always be kind and understanding to Fat
during their meals ( now they shared one big plate ).
Kid had a hair of half black half white, why sometimes Dad called him a
TV set of the 1950s, his face had triangle shape, although Kid was not as
handsome as Fat but his eyes always twinkled with strong and intelligent
lights. Ah, Kid??Ts appetite was another strange one. He liked meat, fish,
like all the cats in the world but what he liked best was rice and
vegetables, almost all kinds. However, his preferences were cabbage and
green bean. He himself could consume half a plate of cabbage and it was
even more surprising as he could eat tomatoes and sweet potatoes. This one
can be added up to the above reason to explain why my two cats never fought
for food when they shared only one plate. In ad***ion, Kid had proved
himself a quick learner and an effective assistant to Fat when they were
chasing mice. And at that time , in my house, hardly could anyone hear the
sound "chit chit " of the mice in any far corner.

I had been very proud of being able to raise cats. My two cats grew so
fast that some of my friends who did not come to my house very frequently
thought that I had changed my old kitties for these two new ones. After two
years and a half, Fat was 4 kgs and Kid 4.5 kgs ( As I had told you, Kid
was even bigger than Fat ). My fat cats were so famous that all of my
friends and my parents??T who wanted to have pet cats came and asked me for
advice.They came to my house to see how my cats went along peacefully with
each other and admired their harmony. My lessons were the same every time:
feed them with what they liked, let them listen to music as much as possible
( my father is a classical music lover so he always played it loud. He
even reckoned that it was his music, not my food and love, that made our
beloved cats healthy and intelligent ones). But there was one more thing
which I considered the most important reason, I always talked to them.
Despite the fact that my cats understood nothing, I told them my likes,
my dislikes, what I did in school and how I felt of other people. I also
asked them what they had done during the time I was not home. Since my cats
could not reply I created my own answers by using imagination.
When all the four members in my family ( Dad, Mom, my little sister and I )
sat together, usually in the sitting-room, in the evenings, if I was not
holding both of them in my laps, I would nonstoppingly report what Fat and
Kid were doing : " Oh, Dad, Fat is licking your legs"; " Mom. look. Kid is
sitting on your pillow, he looks like a short mushroom, ha!"; " Everyone,
look! Look!, they are chasing each other ". Trang, my sister loved cats too
so two of us made the noisiest reporters and sometimes Dad and Mom must
ask us to " volume down ??~ our voice. I had loved both of my cats so much
although I loved Fat a little bit ( just a little bit ) more than Kid simply
because Fat had lived with me one year longer than Kid and Fat was always
more patient when I talked and played with them.

Nothing would change and my pets would continue to grow up healthy and
fat if I had not had a boyfriend. It was the very first time I had loved and
been loved so much. Actually, I had some boys come and ask me for love
before
I met Cuong ( my boyfriend??Ts name ) but they left such little impression
on me that I had never weighed them heavier than my cats. But Cuong was
totally different. He was a very kind person.
Although he was a successful computer programmer, he was also good at
music, literature and good at how to make me happy. I said so because I had
always thought that those who worked in the programming field were just
living robots. They knew nothing and loved nothing more than their
" square-faced " mistress, the nick name I created for computers. Cuong was
not like that. He was superior over his friends not only in his job but in
what I called " general and fundamental knowledge". Busy as he was, more
than once a week he took me out and we would go to our favourite places .
I appreciated that much as I knew after taking me home, he would return to
his computer and work until late. It was easy to understand why he took all
my heart and soul and almost all the time when I did not have to study, I
thought of him, thought of what we had had with each other and of what I
would do to show him that I love him so.
We, I was sure and still am, made the most handsome couple I could ever
think of.
As a matter of course, my time for Fat and Kid was reduced and so was my
attention and love to them. Too busy thinking of my boyfriend and our
relation, I passed my task of feeding the cats to my sister. The food was
still the same and neither Fat nor Kid seemed to refuse to eat. They still
licked the plate until there was nothing left and still enjoyed listening
to the music Dad played. I did not talk to them as I used to do because now
I had my boyfriend listen to me and he was better as he could response and
answer all my questions. Moreover, I thought that my love was limited, if I
loved both my boyfriend and the cats at the same time, my love to him will
be reduced and he would not be very satisfied with it. So I took for granted
my neglect of Fat and Kid and did not think much of it. Of course, my cats
did not cry or complain but gradually there were inexplicable changes in
them, especially Fat. They got thinner and much less active and strong. I
had not noticed it until my sister insisted on calling for a veterinarian,
she thought they were suffering from some unknown diseases. But after
checking carefully, the veterinarian assured us that both Fat and Kid were
in good physical position. For his part, Dad thought that his music was the
culprit and stopped playing loudly. My sister carefully cleaned the cats??T
plate after every meal and prepared what Fat and Kid liked best. There was
still nothing better and my cats seemed to get from bad to worse every day.

I was still indifferent and not very worried of what were happening
with my pets. I just thought that was what Fat and Kid did when they wanted
to show their need of female cats. I still saved all my love and thought for
my boyfriend. I was happy when he was healthy and worried when he coughed or
had blowing nose. All day long, I looked forward to the evening when he
would call me, through the week, I looked forward to Friday or Saturday,
when he would come and take me out. It seemed to me that I was living in
heaven and I considered myself the happiest girl in the world.

Until one Saturday, my boyfriend told me that he wanted to have a cat,
too. So we went to the pet shop and bought one male kitty. It was very nice
and quick and my boyfriend loved it right away and he named it ??~ Boom??T in
hope that some day he would grow into a giant cat. We also prepared all
needed things for Boom. Now, besides Cuong, I paid quite a lot attention
to Boom because I thought he was the cat we bought, he was our cat. I always
phoned Cuong to see if Boom was all right and got sick for being worried
when Boom wasn??Tt in good physical con***ion. Boom loved Cuong and me very
much and it was promising that he would make up a giant cat I had never seen.
I almost forgot Fat and Kid and left them in the inexperienced hands of my
sister.

Now, my cats were in no good con***ion at all. They didn??Tt chase mice
and there were days they even let the mice run into our rooms and eat the
food in their plate. Both of them, especially Fat, became slow in reaction
and increasingly weak as they didn??Tt run like cats were supposed to do. One
day, when I returned from school, I saw Fat lying in the middle of the house.
He was so weak that he couldn??Tt move. His left ear,> on which I used to
touch and caress , was wounded, one of his legs, which used to be as quick
as those of a tiger, was seriously broken. Maybe it was because he had
fought with some mice and dropped . Kid were sitting next to him and tried
to lick away all the blood which was flowing more and more. When I entered,
Fat looked at me with the strangest eyes and I was filled with a
perspiration. I suddenly realised that I had paid so little attention and
more important, love, to my closest pet friends. How weak and thin they were! " Oh, what a
silly thing I have done ? Oh, Fat, Kid, I am sorry for neglecting both of
you. We have been good friends and I have loved you so". I whispered and
then cried, cried with all regret and shame of how badly I had been behaving
to Fat and Kid. After several minutes, I realised what I must do now was to
call for the veterinarian before it was too late for Fat. I waited in fear
when the doctor was on the way, I was afraid that he would be too late. Not
until when he said that Fat would recover after about two weeks had I been
able to take a breath of relief. I was too happy to hear the veterinarian
said that Fat must be carefully taken care. I didn??Tt need those words. Deep
in my heart, I promised with Fat that I myself would take care of him and I
was sure that at that moment I saw a forgiving and approval look from my
cats, my lovely friends.

Now, Fat recovered from his pain and I recovered from my feeling of
guilty. I paid as much ( if not more ) attention and love to Fat and Kid
as I used to do. Now I knew that I still could share my love to Cuong, Fat,
Kid and Boom and the love for each one still the same. Fat and Kid became
healthy, strong and fat again. They now chased mice even more fiercely than
before and once again, there were no mice in my house. We sat together again
every evening, the only difference now was that sometimes Cuong came and
each of us hold one cat in our laps. Occasionally, Cuong brought Boom to my
house and the three cats went along each other so well that I thought
perhaps they could be brothers. When Boom left, Fat and Kid always seemed
to be sad and I was of little doubt that they looked forward to Boom??Ts next
visits. Now Ilived happily with my family, my boyfriend and Fat and Kid and
Boom. I came to the conclusion that now, no other girls in the world could
be as happy and life-loving as I was.

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