The Autobiography of Foudini M. Cat by Susan Fromberg Schaeffer

Author:Susan Fromberg Schaeffer [Schaeffer, Susan Fromberg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-76630-4
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2011-08-31T00:00:00+00:00

And then one day a cool breeze blew in the window, and I sighed to feel it, a tiny sound of contentment, because all day it had been so hot. Just then, the front doorbell rang, and one of the men opened the door, and whose voice did I hear? It was Warm’s! And I jumped down from the window and ran into the hall to greet her, as I always did, but when she caught sight of me, she cried out in alarm.

“Oh, look at poor Foudini!” she said, and she swept me up in her arms. “Oh, look how fat he has gotten, and how dirty!” she said, and meanwhile my dog was leaping up against her so that she had to stand against the wall, or he would have knocked her down. He had his front paws pressed against her chest, and he was licking her face, and his tail beat back and forth, stirring the warm air into a wind.

Then Pest came through the door, and the dog threw himself at him, and Warm carried me to the couch and set me on her lap and began combing me with her fingers and singing my Foudini song to me, and her fingers felt for my collar, and she said, “Why is this collar so tight?” and she loosened it, and she sang, “You are my Foudini, my only Dini, / You make me happy when skies are gray, / If you only knew, Fou, how much I love you, / Please don’t take my Foudini away,” and I knew all was again right with the world, and it was, because Pest must have chased the three men out, and I thought, Good, now we will never see them again. Now we will never again hear the horrible sounds they made as they sawed up whatever they were sawing on the front porch. I would protect Warm and everyone else in the house as long as I lived—even Pest.

The next day a chill wind began to blow in through the windows, and in no time at all, I was a clean cat, and in no time at all, I was given back my plates of steaming meat. I ran through the rooms chasing my dog, and running from him when he chased me, and soon it was winter again, and I was once more perfectly happy. Naturally I forgot that the dog said Warm and Pest would leave every year when the weather grew warm. I said to myself, It may never grow warm again. After all, look at how cold it is now. Look at the snow swirling outside the window.

I was careful of Warm and watched her narrowly, and when she put evil-smelling pills into her hand and was about to put them in her mouth, I jumped at her and batted the pills from her hand. She was annoyed with me and searched the floor until she found them, and in spite of all my efforts, she swallowed them.

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