ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Correspondent (Israel) for the Continental News Service writing under the headline "Dateline - Middle East". Free-lance writer for the past sixteen years writing on various subjects - Near East culture and crafts, archaeology, history and politics; religious history and rites, etc.. Norman A. Rubin has been featured in publications world wide - Jerusalem Post, Jerusalem Dateline, Esra, Israel - Coin News, Minerva, Oriental Arts, etc. England - Ararat, Good Old Days (White Birches Publications), Letter Arts Review, Queen of All Hearts, etc. USA - Spotlight, Japan - International B, Hong Kong - Archaeological Diggings, Australia etc. - Norman A. Rubin can be found on the Web - asianart.com with articles on Japanese Ghosts and Chinese Snuff Bottles - bibarch.com on the subject of musical instruments in the Bible, etc.. For comments on his writing, Norman A. Rubin (Israel) can be addressed to talabar@zahav.net.il [August 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (24) Darkness In Death And Dissolution (Short Stories) Retribution through the power of the judge of hell upon the act of murder. [2,447 words] Death The Intruder (Non-Fiction) The rule of Father Death in the time of the Great famine in the Renaissance period. [1,688 words] [History] High Tension (Short Stories) The short story tell of an elderly woman who thinks light bulbs leak. The copy will give the background to her life and the reason why she thinks light bulbs leak. [1,901 words] Islamic Metalwork (Non-Fiction) The History and background to metalwork in the Muslim world. [2,193 words] [Art] Leonardo Da Vinci, Science And Engineer (Non-Fiction) Leonardo da Vinci was known as a 'Renaissance Man' - a man who sought to develop skills and acquire knowledge of human endeavor. [2,112 words] Murder By The Numbers (Short Stories) - [2,227 words] My Uncle Louie, The Goniff (Short Stories) A humourous piece of a man who finds hard luck in the committing of criminal acts. Always falling foul of the law. [1,847 words] Pretty Mary Ellen (Short Stories) A missing little girl disappears and found dead after being violated by a sexual maniac. [1,588 words] Scorn, Thy Name Is Woman (Short Stories) This is a story of murder committed by a meek little man upon his nagging and complaining wife when the cup of his misery of her wagging tongue overflowed... [2,360 words] Simple Jack (Short Stories) A backward youth had been jailed for the accidental death of his mother he committed by crushing her in his arms. The mother was in pain as she was suffering from terminal cancer and the youth held he... [3,144 words] The Curse Of The Moloch (Novels) The novel "The Curse of the Moloch" is about a serial killer by the name of Jeremiah Micaiah, whose victims were women with reddish hair. He was born, through rape, in a coal-mining district. Brought ... [70,061 words] The Curse On The Bones Of Quzma, Son Of Salimu (Short Stories) A short story. [1,557 words] The Devil's Curse (Short Stories) A group of lumberjacks, sitting around the warmth of a fireplace, listening to a tall tale spun by an elder. The story is about Mad Mike, a logger and his chase by the devil in the ferryboat on the ri... [1,824 words] The Elves And The Preacher (Short Stories) A modern version of the fairy story which tells of a goodly cleric and how he copes in difficult times... [1,603 words] The Empty Room (Short Stories) Loneliness in a furnished room except for memories. [2,359 words] The Enigma Of Woman (Non-Fiction) Love and Women are the brightest solution to all enigmas. [1,683 words] The Evil Eye (Essays) The evil eye is paranoia whose victims are diagnosed on the basis that they see plots everywhere and constantly expect the worse. [1,440 words] The Ghost Story Of Yotsu-Ya (Short Stories) The reader is brought to Japan during the era of the emperors - The story, based on Japanese folklore, tells of the unfaithfullness of Yotsu-ya, a warrior in the code of Bushido, towards his wife Oiw... [1,961 words] The Human Form Divine - Norman A. Rubin (Non-Fiction) Ancient sculptures, statuettes and figurines of wide-ranging artistic interpretations of the human form were a way in which man translates the revelation of his many gods. These representations, mode... [2,659 words] [Mystical] The Marching Man (Short Stories) A holocaust survivor driven to madness in search of his family lost in the melee of the second world war. [2,001 words] The Spirit Of The Buccaneers (Short Stories) Fantasy piece which tells of a travel writer during a trip to Eastern Canada. He is trapped in a fierce rain shower and is forced to take shelter in a large stone mansion, which turned out to be a pir... [3,621 words] [Fantasy] The Word Is In The Law (Non-Fiction) The law is the word even our sexual life. [1,365 words] Under The Full Of The Moon (Short Stories) A love goddess looking for new seed for the renewal of life. [1,771 words] [Erotic] When Mad Mike Cried (Short Stories) The story of a hard-boiled detective who shed a few tears at a funeral of a friend when he remembers the incident of robbery and death... [1,832 words]
The Watch Cat Norman A Rubin
This is an amusing tale about a cat, a crafty little lady that adopted our family. Her pedigree was simply "Alley"; black she was with a few white spots on her front paws. She had drifted into our house without nary a word, found my lounge chair to her liking and settled in. My wife and I tried to talk to her, but the cat only turned on her back and expected one of us to rub her tummy, which we did. With this sign of affection we decided to let her stay and join our growing family.
The cat quickly made friends with Lassie our cocker spaniel; they simply sniffed each other and after a bit of play became bosom companions. There were never arguments between the two and they shared the pleasure of their daily lives, and ended the day by sleeping together in the dog’s cosy basket.
My two little boys, Yaron age eight and Johnny a kindergarten scholar, took to her sweet nature as the cat allowed them to cuddle and pet her. The young’uns enjoyed the touch and the ensuing playful motions of the cat, and they coupled their fondness by calling out endearing names. They relished in her warmth and christened her "Mrs. Cat". Mrs. Cat, in return, followed them about, rubbing against their ankles, and taking pleasure of a small hand on her fur.
We lived, at that time, in a small agricultural village in the center of Israel; a pleasant place whose inhabitants were mainly immigrants of German-Jewish stock. We knew when the good doctor was at home when we heard the airs of a Beethoven sonata wafting in the breeze. The honourable mayor of our town liked to imbibe schnapps and at at many festivities his honour would serenade the gathering in an off-key voice... and the local electrician; well, that’s another story....
Our home with a spacious garden was also home to many animals and birds. My two boys fed a score of plodding turtles, cuddly rabbits... and, were forever trying to heal injured wild birds and small animals. Of course, there was our Lassie and her numerous spaniel litters..
Mrs. Cat joined the comfort of our home; sharing the joys of well-being and harmony. She romped on the spacious garden with our Lassie and allowed the dog’s pups to join her in her daily siesta on the lounge chair; and when one disturbed her rest, she would simply cuff him with her paw. Mrs. Cat knew of the correct taste of the food we served our Lassie by being the first to partake of the various edibles served in the dog’s bowl.
Within time, Mrs. Cat decided, in her infinite wisdom, to be the ‘watch cat’, over our menagerie, and woe be to any intruder who dared to stray into her realm. Outside of her regular duties like cleaning her shining black fur or catching a helpless field mouse, she would take up her station of the watch, which was on a flat rock, shaded by a gnarled lemon tree, at the entrance to our garden.
Mrs. Cat would wait quietly, ever ready, until an intruder would appear, which would usually be a dog that would sniff into our garden for an hoped-for amorous romp with our Lassie. Mrs. Cat hated dogs, except for our pet, and she, like other cats, had a deep mistrust for them. But, instead of running away from their sight, she would be ready to attack. Upon seeing one, the feline would arch her back, and stretch her claws... and before the canine could yelp out a howl, a flashing black creature would be on its back clawing and biting. The helpless dog would whine loudly in misery, turn tail and rush away. It was a sight to behold - a frightened dog trying to shake off a clawing and biting bundle of black fur... and when the luckless creature would be some distance from our garden, Mrs. Cat would leap off its back.
The neighbors were not pleased at the sight of their, not too seriously wounded pets; especially the owner of a champion Alsatian, the reputed Lothario of our cocker spaniel. His attemps to enter our garden to woo with baying howls of love to Lassie, were always thwarted by our Mrs. Cat. The dog, till his very last day, would shy at the sight of a black cat. "The dog must be superstitious", the owner related, puzzled by the dog’s fear.
A few months, after Mrs. Cat entered out lives, we heard one night, in the confines of our garden, a lot of cats screeching, hissing, and howling like banshees.... And within time, Mrs. Cat was blessed with seven kits. She was a good mother. She evicted our Lassie from her snug basket, and within its warmth, reared her brood.
Mrs. Cat, after feeding her kits would take them for a stroll around the garden and beyond. She was a watchful mother always concerned for the safety of her brood and she, at every few steps, would scan ahead for any signs of danger. This daily ritual was a sight to behold; Mrs. Cat, with her head and tail raised would proudly walk, followed by her seven kits that were forever gambolling in play. We never knew the direction of their walk, which usually ended after a hour or two upon their return to our house. Until that day when Mrs. Cat, with her kits strolled out of the garden as it were their custom, but failed to return at the appointed time.
At the closing hours of the day as I sat comfortably in my vacant lounge chair, our Lasssie nudged me with her paw and looked at me with forlorn eyes, trying to convey her thoughts. Then my sons burst into the room and clarified with excited shouts of the missing presence of Mrs. Cat and her brood. Quickly my wife and I ended our activities and searched around the house - no sign. We continued the search through the garden and the surrounding area, but the enveloping darkness made it difficult to continue.
The following day we continued our search; despite our efforts, we couldn’t find a trace of Mrs. Cat or her brood... Our kindergarten scholar conveyed the mood of the time by sniffling out the loss. We were mystified by the dissapearance, and were ready to accept the loss. Until, one day we overheard a farmer from the neighboring village, remark, "There is a crazy black cat attacking the dogs of the area."
P.S. We went to that village with the hope of finding our Mrs. Cat, but we were unsuccessful in our search. Aterwards we surmised that somewhere in Israel, Mrs. Cat is still carrying out her duties as ‘watch cat’.
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