Remembering Bella


Hello friends. This week Cindee’s long time nemesis and well loved cat-sister Bella went to the Rainbow Bridge. While Cindee and the rest of the Gang morn the lost of their sister, they asked that we repost a story called The Tale of the Kitty Keeper, in honor of Bella. We hope that you enjoy the retelling of the story behind Bella’s arrival at her forever home.


The calming tones of Tom Jobin’s bosso nova started in the living room and wafted up the stairs where it had begun to dance around inside my little brain.  My soul listened with such intense pleasure until I had reached the point where I couldn’t resist the urge to shake my head to the Girl from Ipanema.  I was definitely in my own world, that is until I heard the unmistakable squeak of stairs protesting the weight of someone climbing up them.

It wasn’t a pitter-patter sound, which could only mean one thing.  I shifted my gaze to the doorway where a brown head adorned with floppy ears and a tongue hanging out the side of its mouth crept around the corner to peek into the room.

“Hi Cindee,” I greeted the big brown dog. 

Even though the Labrador mix and I didn’t always see eye to eye, there were those fleeting moments when we got along just fine.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we hate each other.  Quite the contrary.  The issue is that Cindee can be a little rambunctious when it comes to play time.  Truth be told, she is so big that I find myself being a little nervous that she will forget we are playing and try to eat me.

“Hi Bella, what are you up to?” the dog asked in a calm even tone as she strode towards me and stopped at the edge of the bed. 

“Not too much, just thinking,” I answered.

“What are you thinking about?”

The voice had a deep Cuban accent with a playful tone to it as well.

Both Cindee and I looked toward the doorway.  Standing there with a quizzical look on his face was a big orange tabby cat.  The feline’s eyes were all aglow.  The cat looked at the dog and nodded and then both he and Cindee hopped up on the bed next to me.

“Hey Rapi,” I purred.

The ginger-haired tabby looked at me, letting his lips curl into a smile, which only further emphasized his chubby cheeks and white whiskers.

“Yeah what?” a nasally voice cut through the air and stifled the mood.  We all turned to see a small tuxedo cat sitting in the doorway.  I shook my head.  So much for a relaxing evening of music and memories.

“Actually, Yehudi,” I said looking into the black cat’s deep green eyes, “ I was just thinking about my family.  My cat family, I mean,” I added, for clarification, after all, these guys were my family now.

“Next week will be my tenth anniversary here and I was just wondering what happened to my brothers,” I said, exposing my heart a little to them.  I tried to remain upbeat, but it was obvious that they were able to read my body language.  There was no way to hide my melancholy mood.

“Don’t you know what happened to them?  I mean, weren’t they adopted too?” Cindee asked. 

The dog’s forehead was scrunched up.  I could tell she had a million questions but her good manners forced her to keep them to herself.

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

“It was the Kitty Keeper,” I told them.

“The Kitty Keeper?” the big orange cat asked with a gasp. 

His eyes grew wide, his tail fluffed up and he began to back away.

“What a Kitty Keeper?” Cindee asked.

“You don’t know?  Sit down, and I will tell you!”

Once upon a time, in a land far away, called Miami.  I was the third kitten born to a grey and white cat and her calico husband.  We lived modestly in a field of tall grass near an office park. 

I had two brothers named Iggy and Jerome, who both looked more like papa, at least that is what mamma said.  I had to take her at her word.  Papa was almost always away on business, and honestly, I can’t remember what he looked like.  I, on the other hand, was a spitting image of my momma.

Those were good times.  One day was always like the next.  The sun would rise and people would come and crowd into the buildings.  It would be noisy for only a few minutes, and then, well, it was quiet for the rest of the day. 

My brothers and I would spend the day playing tag or hide and seek in the grass, while Momma would go out hunting for food.  Every afternoon, the clouds would come and open dropping buckets of rain. When that happened, we would go to our top-secret hiding spot under a set of bushes where we would keep dry.  As soon as the rain would stop the people would pour out of the building making a lot of noise on their way home for the day.

There is this one day, that I remember like it was yesterday.  Momma gathered us together under the trees and sat us down and then told us all about humans.

“Be very careful around them,” she began.  I listened intently, but my brothers, well, not so much.  They were too busy goofing around.  Iggy would poke Jerome then they would both break out into the giggles, then Jerone would chase Iggy all around Momma.

“Listen to me, boys!” Momma would yell at them.  It would work for a minute.  Maybe two, then their attention began to drift and they were back to messing around. 

“The humans will try to be your friend, but don’t trust them.  They are just trying to trick you.  Sooner or later, they will turn you into the Kitty Keeper.” She said, with a serious scowl on her face.

“Who is the Kitty Keeper?” I asked with a gulp. 

“The Kitty Keeper is the monster that the humans call after they have tricked you.  The Kitty Keeper will come when you least expect it.  The Keeper will convince you that he is your friend.  It starts with food, then it turns to petting, and just when you trust the Kitty Keeper, pow!  He will snatch you and take you away from your family and friends.” Momma said with a threateningly serious tone to her voice.

“What happens when the Kitty Keeper gets you?” I squeaked.

“Your Uncle Greyson is the only cat that I know of that was caught by the Kitty Keeper and escaped.  He was never the same again after that,” Momma said with a far-off look on her face.

“Momma, I am scared” I squealed.

“You should be.  They cut off the tip of his ear and did other things to him.  Poor cat,” Mamma tsked.

A raindrop fell from the sky and landed right on the top of my head. 

“Take cover kids,” Momma yelled, just as the sky opened and the afternoon deluge of rain began.

“Yikes!  That sounds painful,” Rapi said with a half groan, sweat forming on his brow.  I couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“This Kitty Keeper person sounds like a real jerk!” Cindee growled.

“He is,” I found myself agreeing with the dog.

“If he comes near any of you, I will bite him,” CIndee promised.  I felt relief, and for a moment, a little surprised.  I didn’t know that the big brown dog cared about me enough to protect me.  Rapi stood and ambled over to Cindee and gently mashed his body against hers in gratitude. 

I glanced over at Yehudi who was sitting still and staring back at me with a bewildered expression on her visage.  I studied her a moment longer before questioning her.

“What’s wrong Yehudi?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” the black cat answered.

“There is something about this Kitty Keeper that is bothering me,” Yehudi added thoughtfully.

“Maybe it’s that he is a catnapper,” the orange cat snapped, more than a little irritated by the thought of the Kitty Keeper.

“Maybe,” Yehudi agreed.

Everyone fell silent, and looked at me, waiting for me to continue my tale.

The rain had subsided, and the sun was peeking out from behind a big puffy cloud that had slowly been swimming across the sky, where a rainbow stretched across the blue dome overhead.  It was one of the prettiest things I had ever seen.   

I curled up to Momma. who looked down into my face and smiled.  Oh my, she had the most wonderful look in her eyes.  A moment later, she began to groom me.  I must admit, I simply loved the feel of her rough tongue running through my hair.  I swear, it was a feeling that I would never forget for as long as I lived.

It wasn’t long before I found myself heavy-lidded and on the verge of sleep.  The first stirring of dreams had started when a rustling in the grass stirred me back to wakefulness.  My eyes popped open in time to see a giant metal box fall from the sky, landing gently on the ground in front of us.

“Scatter!” Momma yelled.  We all ran in different directions in hopes of finding hiding places where we could duck in for cover.

I ducked behind a tall palm tree.  With my eyes closed I willed myself to keep still.  Time passed, but at a crawl.  Minutes seemed like hours.  Unable to tame my curiosity I peered around the base of the tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was happening. 

The metal box had not moved, but now, the most delicious smell of tuna was coming from it.  My tummy grumbled loudly and for a second, I was afraid the noise had given me away. I inched forward so I could get a better look and was surprised to see Momma sniffing around the opening of the steel rectangle. 

I watched wide-eyed as she put a paw inside.  Nothing happened.  I took a deep breath and held it while she tiptoed into the box.  Once inside, she stopped to look around, then put her nose to the ground and slowly edged forward.  At the far end was a plastic plate with mouthwatering morsels of yumminess piled on it.  Momma was just about there.  She was about to grab it when …


The mouth on the metal box slammed shut swallowing Momma up.  She was trapped inside, unable to escape.

A big blanket fell over the box, then both the blanket and box began to rise off the ground.  Momma was screaming and crying. It was awful. The last words she would ever say to us were …

“It’s the Kitty Keeper!  Stay safe my little ones!  I love you!”

A silent hush fell over the field.  Momma was gone.  The world went blurry.  I whimpered quietly.  I was just about to come out of hiding to find my brothers when another giant box fell from the sky.

“That son of a …”

“Don’t say it,” Cindee warned the orange tabby.

“Sorry, but that Kitty Keeper makes me so mad!” he grumbled. 

“Yeah,” Yehudi agreed, her voice trailing off, one eye bigger than the other and one brow up.  She looked a little deranged.

“I am so glad there is no Doggy Keeper,” Cindee said, her eyes filled with tears waiting to spill down her cheeks.    

“It’s just not right,” Rapi said.

“I am afraid to ask about that second box,” Cindee said, with a sniffle. 

I forced a smile and continued.

‘They goof around too much, and in the end, they paid for it.  Less than fifteen minutes after that second box landed on the ground my two misfit brothers wandered inside and suffered the same fate that Momma had.

I watched in terror as the box rose into the sky, and the sound of their cries faded into the air.  Just like Momma, they were gone from my life.  I was an orphan, left all alone to hide behind my tree. 

I fell to the ground and started wailing loudly.  My whole family was gone, and I no longer cared if the Kitty Keeper came back for me too.  My life was over.

Sometimes, you need to be careful what you wish for.  My Momma never taught me that.  Just a few minutes later the tall grass I was hiding in started to bend and sway.  I tried to stop crying but couldn’t.

I heard it before I saw it. 

“Dios mio, poor thing!” the woman’s voice said.  I couldn’t bear to open my eyes to look.  I felt her warm hand gently close around my tiny body.  Curiosity took over and I opened my eyes and panicked to see the ground move farther and farther away. 

The woman pulled me close to her body and snuggled me.  Her skin was like caramel and her hair, long and black, cascaded over her shoulders and down her back.  She held me so that I was face to face with her, with nothing to do but look into her warm amber eyes until she decided to kiss me on my nose.

“Don’t cry baby, you are safe with me,” she cooed with a smile.

“You can’t trust a human,” Momma’s words came back to me.  It was hard though because this woman was so nice to me.  We went inside the office building where I met many humans that day.  They all looked at me and took turns holding me.  Fortunately, nobody tried to eat me, but at the same time, nobody was able to give me a home. 

They were just about to take me to the local University and set me free there when someone brought a goofy-looking bald man to meet me.  Lucky for me, he turned out to be Daddy, and he took me home to meet Mommy.

“Holy Cow, I got it!” Yehudi yelled.  We all turned to stare at the crazy little black cat sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I know who the Kitty Keeper is!” she exclaimed.

“How could you know that,” Rapi asked.

“Because I was Kitty Kept,” she said, not making much sense.  She sat there, her whiskers twitching and her eyes blinking rapidly.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.  She huffed out a sigh as if it should have been plain as day to all of us.

“I know all about the metal box because I was trapped in one,” Yehudi explained. 

“You are mistaken you silly cat, Mommy and Daddy brought you home,” Rapi corrected her.

“I know Mommy and Daddy brought me home, and I am not silly.  Don’t you get it?  Mommy and Daddy are the Kitty Keeper,” Yehudi dropped the bombshell on us.

“What?” I said.

“You are crazy,” Rapi scolded her.

“I can prove it.  Follow me!” the little black cat shouted.  She jumped off the bed and sprinted for the guest room. 

“Well, let’s follow her,” Cindee said rising to her feet and happing from the bed.  The rest of us followed quickly behind.  We chased Yehudi to the guest room and found her pawing at the closet door.

“Let me help you,” Cindee said.  The big brown dog leaned forward and nudged the door open.  Inside Yehudi pulled frantically at a pile of blankets.

“Help me Cindee,” she pleaded.  The dog leaned forward and grabbed hold of the sheets and comforters and moved them out of the way one at a time.  Once the last of the covers had been removed a long rectangular metal box came into view.  My mouth dropped open and my eyes glazed over.

“Is that the box,” Yehudi asked.  Rapi and Cindee stared at me waiting for an answer.

“It is,” I replied dumbfounded.

“I can’t believe it.  Mommy and Daddy are the Kitty Keeper,” Rapi said stunned.

“Hold on a second, I can explain the box,” Cindee said.

“I was with Mommy and Daddy when they used it,” she explained.  Rapi and I gasped.

“It is true they use the box to catch kitties.  But there is a reason for it.  I have seen them catch sick kitties and take them to the doctors.  I have also been with them when they catch Mommy and Daddy cats like yours, Bella.  They take the parents to the doctor so they can have surgery done so they don’t make so many babies.  Sometimes, they even catch babies to help them find forever homes because it is not safe for them to grow up on the streets.”

“But my brothers,” I asked.

“They probably have a forever home just like you,” the lab mix said with a smile.

“and you … and you,” she continued nodding at Rapi and Yehudi.

“and me too,” she added.

“Wow, that’s pretty cool,” Yehudi said, realizing being kitty-kept was a good thing.  I nodded in agreement. 

“What is that noise,” Yehudi asked.  The rest of us looked at each other.

“That’s beautiful music, Yehudi,” I answered.

“Yuck,” the tuxedo cat said before standing up and wandering off.  As for the rest of us, we stretched out on the bed and listened peacefully to the sounds of bossa nova dance through the house, content in knowing the truth behind the secret of the Kitty Keeper!

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About THe Author

H. Scott Moore, a native of Western New York State, grew up enjoying the rhythm of life in the changing seasons. One day, he became intrigued by his dog, Cindee, and what she might be thinking and feeling.

Inspired, he set out to create a world that combines his passion for animals and his curiosity about the natural and supernatural worlds. The result is a space where we can travel with Cindee and her friends and enjoy their adventures too!

When he is not working or creating, H. Scott likes to spend his time on the trails with Cindee, Mylo, and his wife Simone.


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