Life From a Cat’s Point of View
Hi. My name is Grace, and I am the founder and creator of this cat blog. Yes, this is a cat blog. And for the nosy humans who are reading this, the humans who think that cats can’t blog, you are the victims of S.S.S. (Species Superiority Syndrome). I decided to create this blog to give cats a voice, and to help cats
control—errr—train their humans. I will create specific examples of how to do that on a special page on this site that I will create later. Any typing errors, mistakes, and general mess-ups are my Mom’s, who knows nothing about building a web site, fault. After all, since I am a cat, I am perfect. I hope you like my blog!
I am a rescue cat. I have not had an easy life. Because of trauma, I have blocked parts of my past. I lived out on the streets until the nice people at my shelter found me. And, due to a smooth-talking tomcat, I had babies when I was seven months old. Would you believe that some humans have the nerve to call me a “hussy”? Po-lease. Humans don’t understand that we cats can’t be hussies. We are just following our instincts, and God’s command to be fruitful and multiply! It was hard for me and my babies, but we made it. Then, all of my babies were taken away from me. I was devastated. To add insult to injury, I shared the shelter with dogs. Yes, dogs! They were loud and kept me up all night, as did the other cats at the shelter.
I didn’t keep much of a journal at that time. How could I? With all of the chaos at that shelter, it was lucky that I could think at all. However, I have to say that the people at the shelter were very nice. They made sure that I was healthy. They fed me, and were nice to me. And, they told me that someday I might have my own family. I wanted to believe them, but I was skeptical. I’d already been let down a lot by humans, and I figured this might be another false promise. Still, I prayed one night, “God, if it’s Your Will, and if it’s even possible, please send me a human who wants to give me a home.” I learned two things that night. First, that God answers prayer. Second, that I need to be careful about what I pray for!
The next day, the nice people at the shelter told me a woman was coming to look at me. I thought, So what. It’ll just be another rejection, like always. I’ll bet she won’t even show up. She did. However, since she got lost, one of the people at the shelter had to meet her, and have her follow them to meet me. This did nothing for my peace of mind. Then, she walked into my cage and started talking to me. I’ll never know why, but I brushed up against her, and head-nudged her. She talked to me. I thought, Could I be really getting my own home here? Then, she broke my heart by walking out of my cage and looking at the other cats in the shelter. I turned my back to her and sighed. Then, the miracle happened to me.
She turned around and looked at me again. I could sense she was praying. Then, she said, “I’ll take her.” At the time, I was not thrilled about that. After all, this woman couldn’t find her way to the shelter, so how could she get me home? Besides that, she smelled like cigarettes. So, I was determined to show her how mean I could be. I did a good job. It took three of the shelter humans to shove me into that horrible device called a “cat carrier”. That didn’t deter her. She picked up the carrier, wrote a check to the shelter, and put me in her car. Words cannot describe the terror I felt at that moment. It only got worse. I began to feel movement. Even worse, I felt us going around in circles. She was lost again. I yowled, and prayed, “God, You’ve got to be kidding. This woman is nuts!” I did not like His answer, “No, I’m not. Wait and see, Eloise. You will come to love this human.” All I could think of at the time was, “I don’t think so!”
After much maneuvering, we arrived at her home. When she let me out of the carrier, I ran and hid. Would you believe that she followed me? There I was, huddled under the microwave in terror. She told me I was home and safe. Then she said, “Your name is no longer ‘Eloise’. It is Grace.” All I could think of at that time was, What nerve. She drags me to her home and re-names me? God, get me out of here!
Then, she did the first thing I liked. She killed a centipede, and offered it to me on a napkin. I huddled closer to the wall. Then, she left. I used the time I had alone to find a better hiding place. When she came home she talked to me. I ignored her. I heard her sigh, and then she muttered, “Great. I am going to have to tell that shelter that I lost their cat!” After that, she finally gave up and went to sleep.
Later, I looked at her. She looked lonely without a cat to sleep with. So, for reasons neither one of us will ever understand, I jumped up in bed with her and meowed at her until she woke up. Then, I snuggled by her side and let her pet me. After that, we both went to sleep. For the first time, I was in my own bed sleeping with my human.
The following days, weeks and months were full of adjustments for both of us. She needed a lot of training! At the time of this writing, though, I can say it was worth it. We love each other, and are happy together–well, at least most of the time! I thank Jesus for that! So, if you are a shelter cat, I want to let you know that there’s hope. Or, if you are a cat whose human/s is/are untrained, don’t worry. I’ll help you to handle that in my posts, and the “Training your Human” pages on my web site. Then, you and your human/s will be happy.
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