Iwiddy Bwiddy Kwiddy was born last and was the smallest of Mama Dewey's babies. He was ignored and not always included in the family games because he was so little. The tiny kitty felt lonely and sad until one very stormy day he used his small size to help his brothers and sisters out of a really bad situation. Then he became the family's and his brother's and sister's prized kitty!
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The Iwiddy Bwiddy Kwiddy
By Jerry Wexler, Ronie Pios
Trafford PublishingCopyright © 2013 Jerry Wexler
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Upon a time once, in a place faraway or probably closer to you than you might think, lived a big orange mama cat named Dewey.
She was a very fat cat because she was full of widdle kwiddies and she was about to give birth.
Dewey mama cat lived with a very loving family in a very nice house maybe near you. There was a father and mother and children a lot like you. There was a little boy and a little girl and another even littler boy. Their names aren't important because this story isn't about them; it's about the mama cat and her six baby kwiddies.
The very next morning, Mama Dewey had five widdle baby kittens. They were all hugged up against her.
There was a black one named Boo and a gray one named, well, Gray. Then two orange babies that looked just like Mama Dewey. They were called the twin orange babies. The largest baby kwiddy was black-and-white. He was named Tux because he looked like he was wearing a black-and-white tuxedo.
When the little boy and the little girl and the littler boy saw the baby kwiddies, they were overjoyed. They laughed and played with all the babies. The father and mother watched the children playing with the little babies and were happy to see how cute they all were.
Just then while they all watched, there was a small movement just under where Mama Dewey's tail laid flat upon the blanket where she was lying. Then a tiny white tail appeared. Then two very tiny white legs and a little white head. It was the smallest of the babies. Mama Dewey hadn't even seen the last little kwiddy. It was all white, as white as fresh snow, and so very, very tiny.
The entire family all awed at the sight of this tiny kitten. The tiniest of all kwiddies. That baby was smaller than the end of the little finger of the little boy. "Wook" exclaimed the littlest boy "an iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy". It most surely was, a wee tiny baby cat!
A few weeks passed by and the children loved playing with all the baby kwiddies. The babies had started to grow. Tux was growing the most and was still the largest, and Boo, the solid-black kitten, was almost as big. The orange babies were getting somewhat bigger, but you couldn't tell them apart. Gray was larger, and her tail was getting bushier. Gray had a magnificent tail. Long and bushy and getting longer.
But the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy didn't seem to be growing at all! Well, maybe his whiskers were a bit longer and his tail might have gotten a tiny bit bushier, but he looked pretty much the same as the first day the family saw him crawling out from under his mama's big tail, as white as fresh snow. The children noticed that he had big blue eyes, as blue as the sky on a sunny day.
They were very careful when playing with the tiny kwiddy because he was so small. He could disappear underneath a nickel, and you could never find him except his wee tail stuck out. All the other kwiddies hardly noticed the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy because he was sooo small. They wouldn't let him play in any kwiddy games or play hide-and-seek. They knew they wouldn't be able to find him if he hid, for he was too small to find in that big house. Gray would just step over him when the tiny kwiddy wanted to be friends, and Big Tux ignored him completely most of the time. Boo was scared of the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy. He was just too small to play with. The twin orange babies liked the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy and would put their faces up real close to him and smile real big. This really thrilled the teeny kwiddy.
They could all purr, and they purred a lot. Of course Tux purred the loudest. It sounded like a big motor running, and Gray was almost as loud. Boo's purr was more like a giggle, and she shook a little when she did. The twin orange babies would hardly ever purr at the same time but took turns as they looked at each other. Their purr was like a loud hum—off and on, off and on—as they swished their bushy orange tails.
The iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy tried and tried to purr like his big sisters and brothers, but all that came out was a tiny sigh. He would try and try. He would hold his breath and shake his teeny white tail, but nothing ever happened. Maybe he was just not happy enough to really purr.
Early one morning, Tux woke up to a loud commotion in the living room. All the kwiddies ran down to the room at the bottom of the stairs and hid. All but the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy for he was fast asleep inside a bottle cap that he found under the couch. Boom. Boom! There was a huge crash in the front yard. It woke the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy up from his nap. There was lots of wind and thunder, and the tiny kwiddy was scared and ran, looking for his brothers and sisters, but they were nowhere to be seen! The rain beat hard upon the windows, and the wind howled. It was the loudest thing he had ever heard.
He searched high and low for everybody and even wondered where the little boy and the little girl and the littler boy were, but he was all alone. There was no one else in the house but himself, the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy, and he was very afraid.
The storm raged outside, and the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy hid under his bottle cap under the couch.
He did not know how long it was, but then it was not soooo loud, and it got quieter and quieter until it was completely quiet. There was no sound at all except for the ticking of the clock on the wall above the couch where he was hiding.
He crept out from his hiding place very slowly and looked around. It was getting dark, but thanks to his cat eyes, he could still see pretty well, even in the dark. He searched up the stairs and in the bedrooms where the children slept. He looked in the hall and downstairs in the kitchen where they all ate their meals. He even stood on his little back legs to look through the little windows on the doors to the back porch, but nobody was there. He wondered to himself, "If everybody is gone, did they forget about little me? Am I to be alone by myself forever?" Then big tears rolled down the tiny face of the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy for he was very, very sad. He took a long deep sigh and lay down on the warm rug in front of the fireplace and listened to the sad silence.
He was half asleep when he thought he heard a faint meow. Maybe I am dreaming, he thought at first, but there it was again. It sounded like it was coming from the room under the stairs! His heart pounded in his wee chest, and off he ran to the door to the room under the stairs. "Is anyone in there?" he asked as loud as he could, and from the other side of the door in the room under the stairs came many loud kwiddy sounds.
"Let us out" came a cry. It definitely came from Big Tux.
"Why are you all in there?" questioned the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy.
"We were scared of the loud noises and flashes of light, so we all ran into the room at the bottom of the stairs," responded Big Tux in his deep voice, "and the wind closed the door behind us. Now we are trapped in here. Please help us get out. We are hungry and have nothing to eat!"
"What can I do?" cried the tiny kwiddy.
"That's right," boomed the deep growl of Big Tux. "You are much too small and puny to give us any help, you are just a useless small, tiny, insignificant, good for nothing cat."
It's true, he thought. I am just too small to help anybody. This made the tiny kwiddy very sad again, and he flopped down beside the door where his brothers and sisters were trapped and hungry. Then with a heavy sigh, he laid his tiny head on his teeny paws and thought, There has got to be something I can do. He stared at the door, he looked around the room, and then he saw it!
It was a table just to the side of the door to the room under the stairs, and on top of the table was a stack of books and some toys that the children had been playing with. The iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy climbed up a leg of the table and onto the stack of books. He could now reach the doorknob to the door of the room under the stairs. He grabbed the doorknob with his little paws and squeezed and turned and jumped around and tried to turn the huge round shiny knob, but he would just slip and slide, not moving it one bit. Then he heard the faint purring of one of the orange babies from behind the door! It sounded so very close.
"Where are you, orange baby?" the tiny kwiddy asked loudly.
"I can see you," said the orange baby happily.
"How can you see me?" asked the tiny cat.
"There's a hole under the doorknob. Look, you can see me," said the orange baby, laughingly.
And sure enough the iwiddy bwiddy kwiddy looked through the hole, and they stared eyeball-to-eyeball.
"It must be where the key goes," rolled the deep voice from Tux behind the door.
And that's what it was ... a keyhole.
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