Daniel Satorious Reagan aka CAT

My mom could never get Danny’s name right so she just called him CAT. Danny belonged to my big sister, McKenzie. I say belonged because last week, my mom found CAT in the front yard. And when I say found…. you know what I mean. Fortunately for my sister and for myself, we were both asleep. Mom called dad at work – stuff like this always happens when dad is at work – he’s a supervisor in the Coal Yard at Kyger Creek – and he came home quickly to get poor Danny out of the yard so not to upset me or my sister. I overheard him tell mom he said some bad words on the way home whatever that means. You know what – it just now clicked the names we have CASH, COAL & CAT. I am the man in black know doubt – could they also have meaning because dad works in the coal industry…..? I bet so because I hear my mom say all of the time COAL KEEPS THE LIGHTS ON – and that high dollar baby food they feed me and my siblings in our bowls- gosh they love us.

I must admit that I never really cared for CAT but over the last couple of years I realized he didn’t want to take over the farm as the head guy – that’s my dad’s job and mine especially when he isn’t home – I’m in charge and I had to let CAT know that. I guess when the family was gone one day that I took it upon myself to actually talk to CAT to make sure he and I were in the agreement and understanding of what my job is and what his job is or I should say was. My job is to keep the family safe and to alert them anytime a brown truck drives past the house – I hate those things and so does the neighbor boy Sammy – we both can hear them coming from a mile away. I am so good that even if someone isn’t doing 55 past our house – yep I am that good – that I let the fam know because I think they are going to pull in. Anything in our yard uninvited – alert. I howl at sirens going past the house. My mom thinks it’s so cute when I do this. CAT’s job was to keep the barn clean of anything that wasn’t suppose to be in there. I can’t get to the barn or you know I would do it. Come to think of it – wonder who is going to do that now…. I bet my mom orders something to help. I bet that brown truck brings it – insert eye roll. Even though the guy that has been delivering the last few times brings me cookies. I love a good cookie – so this dude can’t be that dangerous – I will still let my mom think he is so I can show off when she comes out the door.

As for CAT, I will miss him. My Uncle Bub found him in my condo during one of the family dinners my parents host. If you don’t know about Family Dinner here On The One Four One, you must ask my mom about them. She goes all out. Anyway, Uncle Bub was surprised that I hadn’t eaten CAT he guesses I’m getting soft in at my age thus the chrome on my chin but it’s cool because my dad has chrome on his chin too.