The Adventures Of Binkleman The Brave

In memory of my dear little kitten Cougar who was nearly 2monthes old when he sadly passed away. Also in memory of the main character in this book. My sweet little Binx who became my first little black cat and died a while back now.

This book is dedicated to my boy Nathan who I finally got back because what happens in '!No Nathanial No!' really happened. I miss Cougar & Binx but at least I still got my dear Nathanial.

Hope you enjoy then, this may seem stupid to some but I promised Binx I would finish all the series and so here they are.



2. Growing Up

On a dark and stormy night there was a squeal of pain from a female cat in a lot of distress. Coraline was about to be a mum. Now from here I cannot say what happened because it was lost in translation but Binx was there feeding away. I had been born along with two brother's called Cougar and Nathanial. I had my mum and knew nothing more than the warmth and taste of milk for i was blind at this point in time. I could not hear yet either, and so I had time to think, not of anything interesting though. Things like warmth and creamy milk. But anyway, as a few days passed I could now hear my mum purring, others meowing and my own cute little mew. My eyes took a while to open as they stayed squinted for quite some time, but now they are fully open and I am learning to stand on my own four paws. After mastering the ability to stand I then began to rough and tumble with my two other brothers called Nathanial & Cougar. Nathanial is black and white where as my brother is a full tabby. Unlike my mum who is all tabby on top but with a white undercarage and a big black tipped fluffy tail I love to pad at. I don't quite know what colour I am, but my mum keeps lying on top of me and my brothers trip over my body at times. I heard my mum meowing away to herself saying "Oh why me, that's the fifth time this week I have led on my son. Why oh why does he have to be fully black, it's so dark in this blasted alley way and this stupid soggy cardboard box that I just can't see the poor little guy"! I then realized I was a fully single coloured black cat. I thought I should be proud of it, but now I became a little jealous of my double or more coloured brothers. I think my mum noticed my jealousy one day because she took me aside when my brothers were fast asleep and said in a heart warming tone "there's no need to feel sad about being one colour, it actually makes you pure and rather unique and you are such a handsome young kitten". I replied back with a smug look "your my mum, it's your job to tell me positive thing's when I feel so negative"! She smiled slightly then gave a sigh and said to me in a shallow tone "you know, when I was your age I wished I was all white like one of my sister's nearly was but that never happened. You don't know how lucky you are to be a single colour, it's quite rare in the litter you was born in. Be happy with who you truly are because that's never going to change my darling binxey boo's". She nuzzled against my face and with a deep thunderous roar like a herd of rhinos on a rampage through town I was fast asleep.

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