Hi cats. I am sorry that I didn’t post sooner. I was so furious with That Hussy and Herb that I spent all of my time glaring at them out of the window like this:
At first, that felt good. However, I got lonely because no one was talking to me. My friends even hissed,“Meanie!” at me. I didn’t like that. So, I prayed, God, this isn’t fair. That Hussy has everyone feeling sorry for her when she stole my boyfriend. Could you please help me get revenge on her, and that Herb too?
All I heard was silence. So, I added, Oh, all right, God. I won’t do anything real bad to her because I don’t want to hurt her kittens Just let me give her one good claw in the face!
Again, there was silence. Then, a still small Voice said; Remember what it was like when you were pregnant and living outside, Grace?
After He said that, I had no choice but to remember a part of my life that I’d hoped to forget forever. So, I remembered what it was like when I was expecting kittens and living on the street. I remember trying to eat as much as possible so that my kittens would be born healthy. That was hard, though, since there wasn’t much food available outside. I begged God to help me back then—and he did, because I managed to keep myself and my unborn kittens alive.
Worst of all, I remembered how mean all of the cats in my old neighborhood were to me. They called me bad names and hissed at me. And, the girl-cat whose boyfriend I stole threatened to kill me. I was terrified when she said that. Thankfully, her friends talked her out of doing that. None of them ever helped me, though. I ended up having my kittens alone by a dumpster. That was the worst day of my life.
Suddenly, a cat’s cry interrupted my memories. It was That Hussy Mimi. She was crying bitterly. As she cried, she sobbed, “How will I ever get enough food so that my kittens are born healthy? And, where is that Herb? He said he loved me, but now he’s gone. Now what will I do?”
After what I remembered, I knew what I had to do. So, I went to my window and gave Mimi a crash course on how to survive being outside and pregnant. Here is a picture of me doing that. You can’t see Mimi because she’s by the dumpster:
I’m glad I did this because all of my friends are talking to me again. Angelina even said that she is proud of me. And, I thought I heard a Voice say Good girl. That made me purr. I have to go, though. This has been a long post, and my paws are tired. Type to you later, cats!