Have you ever seen "The Waltons" TV series from the 1970s about a rural family in the Great Depression? If you have, you have seen the character John Boy, aspiring writer, use a Big Chief tablet to write stories about his family and Walton's Mountain home. We loved "The Waltons" at our house and watched it faithfully. Well, I guess that's obvious since we named our cats after two characters in the show: John Boy and Jim Bob.
The feline John Boy was quite a story-teller, too, as you can see from the story I received (written on a Big Chief tablet, of course) shortly after his trip to the ranch.
September 20, 1976
The Trip, By John-Boy
We thought something was going to happen when Grace-Boy got up early and started putting things in the car. When she got that awful yellow basket and put it in we got scared because we both remembered what happened to us the last time we were put in there. (Editor's note: Let's just say it was a trip to the vet that "altered" their lives). When she started to put me in I tried my best to get away but she held too tight. However, after she got us both in and started to open the garage door we managed to squeeze out - was she surprised! I got caught again right away but Jim-Bob got under the car and she didn't have an easy time getting him out. Then we got out again before she could get the door open. That time she didn't let us get out of the car and when she put us back in the cage she tied it so tight we couldn't get out again. By then she was so hot and bothered she said she either would throw us in the lake or jump in herself. We didn't know what a lake was so that didn't bother us much. Then she put Holly-Boy in the front and we took off. There wasn't much we could do about it then but Jim-Bob tried howling once in a while.
After we rode a long way we finally got there. Nora-Boy was glad to see us but we knew right away we wouldn't like it. There were a lot of strange creatures running around. Some were supposed to be cats but they didn't look like us - country cats, I guess. Then there was Killer-Boy, LeRoy-Boy, Skunk-Boy and Rat-Boy and we didn't like them a bit. One of the cats did look a little like Jim-Bob - you know what I mean - he didn't have a tail. His name is Frog-Boy and he walks around howling all the time. As soon as we got out of that cage we went under the house. Grace-Boy made Nora-Boy let us stay there. She was still mad and didn't care what happened to us. It was dark and cool under there so we stayed.
After it got dark outside we came out. Nora-Boy took us in the house and tried to get us to eat. We pretended not to be hungry and waited till we got outside and ate when they were not looking. After a while it didn't seem so bad being outside and the other animals didn't bother us. Killer-Boy even got friendly - especially with Jim-Bob. All this time Holly-Boy seemed to be having a good time. I heard that she even waded in the lake when Grace-Boy was fishing.
Saturday morning Grace-Boy started loading the car again. She brought the yellow basket in the house where Nora-Boy had me. Jim-Bob was still under the house but Trina-Boy crawled under and got him out. We got fastened in again and came home.
We were surely glad to be here again but I must admit I was beginning to like it there especially at night when we got out and explored some. We haven't decided if we want to go on another trip but if we do I'll have another story to write.
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