Japanese postage stamp from 1910PODGE LEARNS SOME LESSONS
When Podge was still a kitten, Tom came to stay at Grandma's house for a few weeks. One day Podge accidentally peed on Tom's bed. Tom was not happy. Would you be, if a cat peed on your bed? He picked Podge up by the scruff of his neck, just like Friendly did, but he wasn't as gentle as Podge's mother. He gave Podge such a talking to that for ever after, Podge was scared of Tom. Podge was a brave cat. He could fight dogs and he let anyone pet him, but if Tom came to visited us, Podge would slink out of the room.. And if Tom happened to say
that cat would run as if a bolt of lightening had struck near by.
Unfortunately for Podge, Tom moved in across the street from us. I liked to visit Tom. He was my good friend and I would visit his house often. He let me play in his yard and showed me where the fennel grew in his garden. One year I ate it all up, but Tom never said a word, he just move it to a new place the next year.
Podge liked to visit too. Tom also had cats and a fancy place for them to stay. There was a cat door for them to go in and out whenever they pleased. There was a nice brand of dry cat food always available to them in a blue bowl by the door. Sometimes, Podge felt extra hungry and would sneak in to eat from Tom's cat's bowl. It was almost worth the risk. Then we would hear Tom bellow,
In a flash, Podge would appear back at our house, ears flattened, looking sheepish.
Podge didn't just like cat food, he also liked people food. Grandma would give me yogurt for snacks and I would eat it from a cup while I played on the floor. Podge would help me get the last bits that were hard to scrape with the spoon. He wasn't afraid to stick his tongue in and finish the job.
One day the normal cups were dirty so Grandma chose a big mug to put the yogurt in. When I was finished Podge got excited. He thought he could reach all the drops at the bottom, so he stuck his whole head into the mug. Poor Podge got stuck, and Grandma had to help him out.
"It never pays to be greedy." She told him.
I often shared my dinner with Podge, especially if it wasn't my favorite. I would drop things onto the floor quietly and he would eat them up. At least, that was my plan, but chances were that if I didn't like it, Podge wouldn't either.
Once Podge tried Grandma's coffee, but only once. It was enough to teach him never to do it again. Grandma had made a hot cup of coffee with milk. It was cooling beside her while she read a book. Podge couldn't wait for it to cool. He didn't have patience when it came to trying a good snack. He burnt his tongue. Grandma didn't need to scold him. She could tell he felt bad. Instead she said,