Bloodline Blues
In a green grassy field Witez who was bred from royalty was playing with a Jassamine flower and wondered what his great grand pappy would say if he knew about his afternoon grazing fetish.
“Do you want me to answer that question?” A voice came from the barn cat who was just strolling through and earlier in the week gave birth to a litter who were starting their nine lives.
Picking his nose out of the earth Witez replied ‘yes’ to Jazebel as she checked on what the horses were doing on a beautiful day, ‘you did very well in the Talent Derby, nearly made the final four,” was the answer from the stable’s pet.
“It wasn’t the Kentucky Derby,” Witez replied honestly thinking this was a test.
“I remember how you handled speed back then,” Jezebel recounted the adventure from one of her other lives, “they used to do the power before speed in the class, remember?”
“Yes, I use to show my might before my speed,” Witez memory came back, “that took talent.”
“More talent than running down a stretch with a herd of other three-year olds,”
“That is true,” Witez agreed with the wise old feline, “and I was much older than three.”
Suddenly there was a commotion down at the barn and Witez watched sweet Melania carry a halter and lead line. “Oh, uh here she comes,” the Arabian Brayer toy said, ‘she must want to train for something, I do not know what or why?”
“To fly over fences of course,” Jezebel took a stance, “and you were great at that.”
Then a voice came from the teenager, “just use the JP Morgan Chase card,” Witez heard being able to conclude something was going on, “how should I know about the shavings, ask Bailey that is his department.”
Soon Witez was wearing all his leather and Jezebel returned to her resting area to tend to the napping kittens, With a strong hold on the reigns Melania saw her barn assistant step out of the office while on Witez’s back , “be careful those are going to make me some money this weekend, I am going to sell them at the horse show, maybe pick up a few dollars to pay for a class,” she used a strong voice in the warning not to step on the kittens. After the instruction she pulled her right hand to signal Witez to canter and with an eye of a soldier guided the royal blood line down the center taking the rails perfectly, “that was great,” she patted Witez, “you are not a toy, you know exactly how to get over any obstacle and that makes my day.”
Jezebel stared at her contributions to the world, “that is right,” she told the kittens, “you are not toys, you are Jezebel’s kittens and you will give someone loving joy that will make them feel special.”
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