THE KING OF THE CATS
THE LONGEST LIST OF THE LONGEST
STUFF AT THE LONGEST DOMAIN NAME AT LONG LAST
This folklore comes from Scotland,
which has been passed down from generation to generation.
Before shooting was like it is today in Scotland,
two men spent every autumn in the north living in a lodge many miles from other
homes, along with their dogs, an old woman that did all the cooking for them,
and her black cat.
After a day of shooting birds and not retrieving
all of them, one of the young men said he was going out to backtrack their steps
and search for the birds they had shot. He said he would return before sunset.
The other man agreed and off younger of the two
went. After waiting a very long time, past their normal suppertime, the man
began to worry about what could have happened to the other younger one.
Finally, the young man came back, very tired,
however, he did not give any explanation as to why he was so late. After dinner,
while sitting around the fire with their pipes, their dogs laying at their feet
and the black cat sitting on the hearth between them napping or at cat napping
so to speak with his eyes half-open, the man began his story.
He said that he had a curious story to tell. He
explained how he left and followed along the route. A fog came up about the time
when he was ready to turn around and he became lost. He wandered around for a
very long time and did not know where he was. Then he said he saw a light and
headed toward it. He was hoping it was a lantern from other hunters in the area.
He said that when he got close to the light it vanished. He then climbed into an
old oak tree to try to learn where he was or to see the light again. Once up in
the oak tree he realized the oak tree was hollow and the light he had seen was
inside the hollow tree. As he peered down into the tree, he saw what appeared to
be a church. Inside this church, a funeral was taking place. He said he heard
singing, saw the coffin, which was surrounding by mourning carrying torches.
Then he stopped and stated that his friend would not believe who the mourners
His friend begged him to continue and even laid
down his pipe in anticipation. The dogs were asleep, but the black cat seemed to
be sitting up listening every attentively. The man continued his tale. The
coffin and torches were being carried by cats. On the coffin, there were
markings of a crown and scepter. Before he could say another word, the black cat
made a high pitching shriek and yelled, “Old Peter’s dead! I am now the King o’
the Cats!” Without hesitating, the cat jumped up the chimney and was never seen
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