The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1916-10-20

Can anyone tell me at what age one
Is likely To become subject to cat
fear? / wasn't born with it, for l
have vivid recollections Of being fool
ishly fond Of homely, spotted old
cat, bearing the musical name of
Molly Cottontail, asserts writer in
the Indianapolis News. Maybe cat
fear, like honors, comes to the indi-
vidual IN various ways. If this should
prove to be true, then I'm under the
impression that IL was thrust on me.
Strange to say, all cats do not affect
me unfavorably. can even see
scrawny black cat shoot across my
path without feeling a quaIm. and I've
been known to warm saucer of milk
to cheer some stray cat on its back
alley pilgrimage. If there's any hard
er lot than that of stray cats don't
want to hear about II, and Pm glad
I've helped some Of them a bit.
It's the fine, family pet that brings
on my attacks Two people in the
upper fiat have an Angora. an i'm
mense black and clay-col0red chump
that gets on my nerves. II seems that
this upper fiat was rented primarily
for Honey Boy. The two people oc-
cupy any chair couch or bed that his
majesty is not using. If he kept
strictly to his own rented apartment
1t wouldn't be so hard, but he takes
privileges with the whole building and
surrounding grounds. He Is partial TO
the downstairs front porch, and
sprawling his long-haired self out on
one of the posts az the side Of the
front steps he waits foDdly expecting
every passer-by to exclaim over his
catship. And lot of them do it--more's
the pityI He also has his favorite
lounging places in the downstairs IL
brary, one Of them being the top of
the book shelves, near much-prlzed
vase, but he has his uneasy moments
when fix my eye on him and mutter
through clenched teeth ''You old
lowbrowlA He knows 1t has diff
ferent ring compared with the pet
names he gets upstairs. The two peo-
pie up there call him Honey Boy, and
Boo'fnl Sing, and Child
He presumes that the back yard be-
longs exclusively to the upper fiat, so
he takes his morning airings down
there. and one wakens to musical
sounds like this: "Honey Boy
Honey Boy Oh, 'oo boo'ful sing Is
you wollin' in de gwass? Des a
wollin' In de gwass, des VIOLIN In
de gwass p Wouldn't that be enough
to counteract the effect of even a good
nights rest?
At noon gentle voice calls down
the back stairway; "Honey Boy, come
wight upstairs and det some ice cold
milk for 'oo lunch" He seems to
have a hankering after iced drinks.
for once when had placed a pitcher
of ice water on the table for my own
especial enjoyment during the after
noon, Honey Boy sprang up lightly
and Tapped his fill out of it. The
members of my family told me after
ward that they feared / was going to
nave apoplexy or hydrophobia, but 1t
was really an attack Of my cat-ftar.
Sometimes the gentle voice calls per-
suasively: "Come upstairs this min
ute, Honey Boy. to 'oo mother" Geel
before I'd call myself mother to dis
reputable bunch like that I'd make the
rounds Of all the orphan asylums in
the city.
But going back to my cat-fear-it's
different from sny I've ever heard Of
Pm trying harG to keep it well under
control, but everv day the fear grows
stronger, that some time III mistake
Boo'ful Sing for the splotchy mop he
and with tense nerves and
set teeth either mop up the front
porch or the back yard with him. That
would hurt his pampered feelin's and
worse still, II would hurt the feelin's Of
his mlstress-and there'd be strained
relations between the upper and low
er fiatters. No, I'm not afraid of the
upper fatters reading this outburst Of
cat-fear. They don't find
any time to read-they're too busy
caring for Honey Boy.