His mother made her nest in a zombie tree, which is a tree that thinks it’s alive, but it actually isn’t alive because it is rampant with internal decay, so it was dead on the inside. Heavy snow took its toll, the icy cold temperatures, and wind toppled this tree just after Monty was born. I went out to investigate and I was saddened to see the dead squirrel laying in the snow with the new born blind kitten shivering in my yard, as they have to depend on their mothers for everything until they are at least two or three months old. I took the poor thing back inside of my house and nursed him back to health and then I figured that he needed a name.
I was watching Monty Pythons The Holy Grail where King Arthur is talking to the French Guard and tells him that he has been charged by God with a sacred quest and I decided to call him Monty. Monty went everywhere with me and when I went out, he would be in my pocket, he is the best pet that I ever had. After he got older, I decided to let him go outside and I never knew if I would see him again, but he stayed in my yard and we play every day. I taught him this nifty trick where he grabs a nut from my mouth. I showed this to my mother and she thinks that I am crazy for letting a wild animal that close to me, but I know how gentle Monty is.
Written for Stine Writing – Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!, Simply 6 Minutes hosted by Christine Bialczak.