Trooper - The Bobcat Who Came In from the Wild

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The true story of a Mojave Desert tour guide who domesticates a distressed bobcat and makes him part of the family.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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Chapter nine New territory, New friends. If you tame me, we shall need each other. Antoine de Assad Exupery, the little prince I remained is excited as trooper while we explored our new property, I knew the cat had been busy at night investigating the area. Yet he came to my bed before dawn and snuggled next to me by pushing my arm aside to form a comfortable pocket. When I strolled about the land, the cat was always nearby, often only a few yards away. Darting between bushes, he behaved as if he were my wingman, protecting my flank. Trooper knew the land belonged to him and assumed the responsibility of guarding me. Indeed, it was a comfort having him near during those walks, I knew nothing could slip up on him, for the cat always appeared in alert mode. After a walk, I went to our office building and settled down to read through the daily paperwork necessary for our business. Herman had already cut a hole in the office door through which the cat could pass. When he pleased, he usually entered after his morning territory check and jumped to the corner of our eight foot desk to take a nap. He showed no interest in the ringing phone or the sound of shuffling papers. Across from me sat my office manager, Terry, a 32 year old attractive blonde with a phone voice that melted even the coldest solicitor. Her duties included the screening of incoming phone calls, placing most of the orders for our gift shop, paying bills and processing payroll. In addition, she was a master on the computer, a talent I have never equalled. But most impressive was her pleasant personality and her ability to interact with a variety of characters. If I sound prejudiced, I am. Terry is my daughter, Terry. Her twin brother, Mike, and her younger sister, Nora, were raised in Phoenix by their mother. After our divorce while I stayed behind in Chicago, my Children came to visit from time to time, or I journey to Arizona to be with them. Many years later, when the Children were young adults, I married Chiaki, and within a year, Terry and her husband moved to Las Vegas to take advantage of a lucrative job market. Terry's husband was in the home construction business, and Terry went to work for a bank But soon Terry gave birth to my first grandchild, Taylor, a girl. After that, she had two more girls, Meghan and Jordan, each about two years apart. In age, she resigned her position at a local bank to be a full time mother. Fortunately, she had a friendly neighbor who became their baby sitter, meaning that Terry was free to go to work for me as my part time personal secretary, I often recall one of Terry's visits to our home shortly before we relocated to the ranch. It was two months after the birth of her first child. Trooper had been sleeping somewhere in the yard that morning and hearing our conversation, he decided to come into the house for a visit. The cat, then still a youngster, strolled into the living room where we were all seated. Suddenly, he stopped, then lowered his body almost to the carpet. Assuming an alert position, the hair on his back bristled, and his nose twitched rapidly. He was shocked by the sight of a pale, hairless animal on the living room floor. It was a creature he had never seen before. This strange animal appeared trapped in some kind of chair its legs were moving about and it was making peculiar sounds. One animal is this. The cat must have thought. Is it dangerous? Is it here to take my food? I will carefully investigate. Trooper found Terry's two month old daughter to be an interesting discovery. Trooper had seen larger Children before and learned like most cats to avoid them. Children can pull tales, jerk for and even throw things at cats to the cat. This creature appeared harmless, but he had to be sure of that before letting it preside in peace.