J.R. Hardin

Tango is a flame-point Siamese cat with light orange markings instead of the chocolate markings that are on most Siamese cats. Tango belongs to my son and daughter-in-law. In my new book, The Further Adventures Of Koko and Moochee, (due to be released this fall) Tango is an able ally to Koko and Moochee,saving Koko and Moochee from harm several times.

In real life, Tango is quite the rascal. Koko and Mushu (who is Moochee in my books) are old dogs now and their adventures are more subdued. Tango is a young cat and he delights in ambushing the dogs. He races out of hiding, attacks from the rear and takes off running before the dogs can catch him. He even boldly  confronts younger and bigger dogs. I think he enjoys being chased. He’ll run into a tight place where the big dog can’t go. Then he’ll dash up to a tree limb where he’ll amuse himself by watching the dog run around trying to find him.

Except for walks, Koko and Mushu stay indoors, but Tango is more of a “night-owl.” On warm nights like these, he wants out of the house where he can pal around with two or three of his cat buddies. Sometimes they’ll serenade the neighborhood with cat songs at three in the morning. These feline “not-so-lullabies” end up waking all the dogs within a hundred-yard radius. Then their songs are joined by barking. I’m sure the dogs are telling the cats to stop their caterwauling and go to bed. All of this noise triggers a chain reaction. Sleeping neighbors are awakened and join the nocturnal noisemaking session by yelling at the dogs.

The other night, someone threw a firecracker near the cats. There was a loud explosion and then  the noises began to cease in the same order they began. People stopped yelling, dogs stopped barking, cats quit their shrieking — even the crickets stopped chirping. A short time later, a police car cruised through the neighborhood. I’m sure Tango had no fear of being handcuffed. When silence was restored in the neighborhood, Tango was ready for more mischief.

Tango rallied the other cats, found fresh mud to walk in and leaped up on several cars parked outside. After their step routine, I’m sure the cats stood back and admired their decorative paw prints crisscrossing the hoods and windshields of the cars.

Their mischief done, the felines called it a night and headed home just as the sun began to rise. Tango curled up and waited for me to call him inside, feed and pet the good kitty– which, I did.  After all, Tango has the most innocent expression as he purrs sweetly against my hand. A  little smirk crossed Tango’s face upon hearing my frightened yell as I stepped out the back door onto the dead snake he had left as a present.