Cats, I cannot believe this. That woman is thinking of bringing another cat home. All I can say is that I don’t think so!
This all started two weeks ago. Mom came home from visiting friends. I knew something was up, because as soon as I rubbed up against her, I smelled another cat and saw that her leg was covered with white fur. I was not happy about that. Then, these horrible words came out of her mouth:
“Grace, I just met another kitty that needs a home. It rubbed up against me outside, and looked hungry and sad. I feel sorry for it. Grace, what do you think about having a nice kitty friend to play with?”
I showed her what I thought about that idea by looking at her like this:
She got the idea. “Oh all right, Grace. I won’t bring that kitty home after all. Don’t you think that you are being selfish, though?”
Yes, and I don’t care!
Mom sighed. Then she said, “Oh well. I really can’t afford another cat anyway. So, I probably won’t be bringing it home.”
I figured that I’d won that argument. She didn’t bring up that cat again. So, I thought that she’d forgotten all about it. And, after becoming famous, and almost losing all of my friends, I forgot about it too. Then, today she said, “Grace, I can’t get that poor kitty out of my mind. Maybe it’s God’s Will that I bring it home.” Then, she left. I thought that she was going to get the other cat, so I prepared myself for battle. I sharpened my claws. I filed my fangs. And, I practiced my best scary yowls, pounces and fighting moves to welcome my new “friend” with. Thankfully, I didn’t have to do anything because she came home alone. However, I am on my guard now, and I’m ready for battle. There is only room for one cat in this house—me!