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"Lost Cat's New Hiding Place" LbNA #22308

Owner:Adoptable
Plant date:May 14, 2006
Location:
City:Hays
County:Ellis
State:Kansas
Boxes:1
Planted by:Rad Rhymer
Found by: MonkeyMama
Last found:Jul 17, 2007
Status:FFaa
Last edited:May 14, 2006
Once again, that danged old cat has taken off for "who knows where!" Watch for future clues as to his next hiding place.

Previous Clues:
Poor old Witch Tillie was fit to be tied! "Old Zucchini, my witch cat, has vanished!" she cried. A witch with no cat's like a pot with no brew!" So the witch hunt was on and away Tillie flew.

"As a psychic," said Tillie, "I'm not all that great, but I think he might be in the Sunflower State. Chances are,” she declared, “I’m just grasping at straws, but I’m heading this broom to the great Land of Oz!”

"Phillips County," thought Tillie, "is where I'll start out, 'cause the Kirwin Lake Letterbox lurks thereabout. Since I'm here in the Heartland, it can't be that far. I'll go faster by broomstick than any old car!"

Well, from Kirwin, she turned west and headed straight down to the small town of Glade, Der Mad Stamper's hometown. Then she steered her broom southward on 183 and to Stockton she zoomed away, cackling with glee.

She left Plainville so fast that her old broomstick squealed, passing oil-eating dinosaurs out in the field. "Ellis County's ahead," Tillie thought, in a daze. "I sure hope I don't lose him somewhere in the haze!"

On and on Tillie flew, never once slowing down, as she neared the outskirts of an oncoming town. With a shudder, she sped up her pace just a mite, when she spied a white bull standing there on her right.

Then, across from the bull, Tillie shifted her gaze to a car with two drivers, going two different ways! And looming ahead, a huge dumbbell she found, with one end of it sticking straight out of the ground!

Like a bullet, past Walmart, she made a bee-line, heading south like a jet propelled bug on a vine. 'Neath the 1-70 underpass, Witch Tillie swished, bending low on her broom so she wouldn't get squished.

At a neck breaking speed, Tillie ran the stoplight, then she zoomed right by Holiday Inn on her right. She shot by Walgreens like a sizzling fireball, and she sailed like the wind past the Centennial Mall.

Poor Witch Tillie was pooped, but she never once quit, ‘til she spied a stone post where she rested a bit. “Whew!” she said. “This cat hunt took out some of my starch!” Yet she putt putted on, past the tall, golden arch.

Well, Tillie stared down from that broom where she sat, but she saw not one sign of that confounded cat! Then, behold! To the right, Tillie saw that cat flee, like a whirlwind on North Bypass 183!

“Aha!” Tillie screeched, very much out of sorts. “Now I’ll catch him, as sure as my granny has warts!” Then she nudged her old broomstick and said, with a shout, “We have no time to piddle, so get the lead out!”

That cat passed a baseball field, going pell-mell, then he crossed Big Creek Bridge like a bat out of ------St. Louis! The he screeched to a halt when he saw a strange sight. A fantastic dense forest stood there on his right!

“Here’s my chance,” thought Zucchini, “to ditch that old witch! Next to me, she’s as slow as the seven year itch!” Then, away to the entrance he made a nosedive, gave a leap in the air and shot into the drive.

What a beautiful place for a Tomcat to park! There were tall, leafy scratching posts covered with bark! He saw several park benches all scattered about, and a neat shelter house where a cat could hang out.

It sat east of a field where the buffalo roam. “Bless my whiskers!” Zucchini thought. “This I’ll call home!” Then he climbed up a slippery slide, licked his black fur, curled up tight in a ball and he started to purr.

Then, in flew Witch Tillie! She stomped and she kicked! It was easy to tell that old lady was ticked! Poor Zucchini leaped up and he tore down a trail like a torch was tied onto the end of his tail!

“You come back here,” screeched Tillie, with fire in her eyes, “or I’ll turn you into a cheeseburger with fries!” But Zucchini felt sure he had better sit tight, ‘cause he knew that old gal was about to ignite!

“Gotta find that ol’ cat,” Tillie cried in despair, “and I’ll bet my black bloomers he’s in here somewhere!” So she climbed off her broom and she straightened her hat, and she set out to find that obnoxious old cat.

She walked up the path to a long iron bridge, which she quickly crossed over, then rested a smidge. She was still in an uproar and throwing a fit! “Danged old feline!” she yelled, “I’m so mad I could spit!”

Down the small winding trail, with her broom in her hand, Tillie strolled through the trees scattered over the land. Then a building she spied, with a wide open frame and an arch at both ends built exactly the same.

“He’s in there,” Tillie cried, “unless I miss my guess!” But she found just a small plaque inscribed CRS. Then she spied a green bridge and approached it with glee. But, alas! No Zucchini did Witch Tillie see.

Then she noticed a sign with some rocks at it’s base on her left, so she figured she’d scout out the place. On the front of the sign, it said, “Frontier Park North,” then around to the back, Tillie quickly set forth.

She examined the rocks, then she gave a big sniff. “I can smell him!” she cried. “I just now got a whiff!” Then she slipped her hand under the flat, middle rock and she grabbed ol’ Zuchinni, who sat there in shock!

Well, soon after, Witch Tillie took off with a zoom, her old cat bound and gagged on the back of her broom. “You old nuisance!” she growled, as she tightened his leash. “I’m trading you in for a bowl of goldfish!”

Note: This is a very busy location, so please be discreet!