This cat tail is about Treacle, a cat I owned when I lived with my parents, and who we sadly lost in October 1997 due to a hit and run driver.

Treacle and her sister Toffee came to live with my family at the age of 8 weeks. Treacle appeared to be part Abyssinian, as her coat was a ticked tabby, and she had the long tail, and tufted ears.

This story takes place a few weeks after they joined the family.

My mother is a great cook. Every weekend she bakes cakes and buns for afternoon tea. This weekend was no different, and she had baked rock buns, biscuits and a large rectangular sponge cake.

The baking done, she left the cakes on wire cooling racks, and went off to do other things.

On returning to the kitchen, she was met with the sight of Treacle standing on top of the rectangular sponge cake. Not only was Treacle standing on the cake, but she had also eaten all around the edge, and also a big hole in the middle.

So there was this tiny kitten, now with a big fat belly. On being lifted off the cake, she proceeded to belch at my mum, before disappearing off to go and sleep. As she was so cute she wasn't told off.

We did suggest my mum just cut the nibbled bits off, and called it Special Treacle Sponge, but she chose instead not to have sponge that weekend. From then on the kitchen door was always shut while cakes were cooling.

More stories about the cats to follow.

Copyright © Kate Morris
September 20, 2002

Read Kate's other story: Catching Kitties