MY FATHER MEETS THE CAT
One cold rainy day when my father was a little boy, he met an old alley
cat on his street. The cat was very drippy and uncomfortable
so my father said, "Wouldn't you like to come home with me?"
This surprised the cat-she had never before met anyone who cared about old alley
cats-but she said, "I'd be very much obliged if I could sit by a warm furnace
, and perhaps have a saucer of milk."
"We have a very nice furnace
to sit by," said my father, "and I'm sure my mother has an extra saucer of milk."
My father and the cat became good friends but my father's mother was very upset
about the cat. She hated cats, particularly
ugly old alley
cats. "Elmer Elevator," she said to my father, "if you think I'm going to give that cat a saucer of milk, you're very wrong. Once you start feeding stray alley
cats you might
as well expect to feed every stray
in town, and I am not going to do it!"
This made my father very sad, and he apologized to the cat because his mother had been so rude
. He told the cat to stay anyway, and that somehow he would bring her a saucer of milk each day. My father fed the cat for three weeks, but one day his mother found the cat's saucer in the cellar
and she was extremely angry
. She whipped my father and threw the cat out the door, but later on my father sneaked out and found the cat. Together they went for a walk in the park and tried to think of nice things to talk about. My father said, "When I grow up I'm going to have an airplane. Wouldn't it be wonderful
to fly just anywhere you might
"Would you like to fly very, very much?" asked the cat.
would. I'd do anything if I could fly."
"Well," said the cat, "If you'd really like to fly that much, I think I know of a sort of a way you might
get to fly while you're still a little boy."
you know where I could get an airplane?"
MY FATHER RUNS AWAY
"Well, not exactly an airplane, but something even better. As you can see, I'm an old cat now, but in my younger days I was quite a traveler. My traveling days are over but last spring I took just one more trip and sailed to the Island of Tangerina, stopping at the port
of Cranberry. Well, it just so happened that I missed the boat, and while waiting for the next I thought
I'd look around a bit. I was particularly interested
in a place called Wild Island, which we had passed on our way to Tangerina. Wild Island and Tangerina are joined together by a long string of rocks, but people never go to Wild Island because it's mostly jungle
and inhabited by very wild animals. So, I decided to go across the rocks and explore
it for myself. It certainly
is an interesting place, but I saw something there that made me want to weep
"Wild Island is practically
cut in two by a very wide and muddy
river," continued the cat. "This river begins near one end of the island
and flows into the ocean at the other. Now the animals there are very lazy
, and they used to hate having to go all the way around the beginning of this river to get to the other side of the island
. It made visiting inconvenient
and mail deliveries slow, particularly
during the Christmas rush. Crocodiles could have carried passengers and mail across the river, but crocodiles are very moody, and not the least bit dependable
, and are always looking for something to eat. They don't care if the animals have to walk around the river, so that's just what the animals did for many years."
"But what does all this have to do with airplanes?" asked my father, who thought
the cat was taking an awfully long time to explain
, Elmer," said the cat, and she went on with the story. "One day about four months before I arrived on Wild Island a baby dragon fell from a low-flying cloud onto the bank
of the river. He was too young to fly very well, and besides, he had bruised one wing quite badly, so he couldn't get back to his cloud. The animals found him soon afterwards and everybody said, 'Why, this is just exactly what we've needed all these years!' They tied a big rope around his neck and waited for the wing to get well. This was going to end all their crossing-the-river troubles."
"I've never seen a dragon," said my father. "Did you see him? How big is he?"
"Oh, yes, indeed I saw the dragon. In fact
, we became great friends," said the cat. "I used to hide
in the bushes and talk to him when nobody was around. He's not a very big dragon, about the size of a large black bear, although I imagine
he's grown quite a bit since I left. He's got a long tail and yellow and blue stripes. His horn and eyes and the bottoms of his feet are bright red, and he has gold-colored wings."
"Oh, how wonderful
!" said my father. "What did the animals do with him when his wing got well?"
"They started training him to carry
passengers, and even though he is just a baby dragon, they work him all day and all night too sometimes. They make him carry
loads that are much too heavy, and if he complains, they twist
his wings and beat him. He's always tied to a stake
on a rope just long enough to go across the river. His only friends are the crocodiles, who say 'Hello' to him once a week if they don't forget
. Really, he's the most miserable
animal I've ever come across. When I left I promised I'd try to help him someday, although I couldn't see how. The rope around his neck is about the biggest, toughest rope you can imagine
, with so many knots it would take days to untie them all.
"Anyway, when you were talking about airplanes, you gave me a good idea. Now, I'm quite sure that if you were able
the dragon, which wouldn't be the least bit easy, he'd let you ride him most anywhere, provided you were nice to him, of course. How about trying it?"
"Oh, I'd love to," said my father, and he was so angry
at his mother for being rude
to the cat that he didn't feel the least bit sad about running away from home for a while.
That very afternoon my father and the cat went down to the docks to see about ships going to the Island of Tangerina. They found out that a ship would be sailing the next week, so right
away they started planning for the rescue
of the dragon. The cat was a great help in suggesting things for my father to take with him, and she told him everything she knew about Wild Island. Of course, she was too old to go along.
Everything had to be kept very secret, so when they found or bought anything to take on the trip they hid it behind a rock in the park. The night before my father sailed he borrowed his father's knapsack
and he and the cat packed everything very carefully. He took chewing gum, two dozen pink lollipops, a package of rubber bands, black rubber boots, a compass
, a tooth brush
and a tube
of tooth paste, six magnifying glasses, a very sharp
jackknife, a comb and a hairbrush, seven hair ribbons of different
colors, an empty grain
bag with a label
saying "Cranberry," some clean clothes, and enough food to last my father while he was on the ship. He couldn't live on mice, so he took twenty-five peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and six apples, because that's all the apples he could find in the pantry
When everything was packed my father and the cat went down to the docks to the ship. A night watchman was on duty
, so while the cat made loud queer noises to distract
, my father ran over the gang
onto the ship. He went down into the hold and hid among some bags of wheat. The ship sailed early the next morning.