The story of the cat I’ll call “The Stray” began about three weeks ago. As I was doing my routine patrols of the windows, I heard a loud, high-pitched meow. So, I ran to the window to investigate the situation. I saw a kitten that I’d never seen before. As soon as it saw me, it said, “Hey! I need a home, and yours looks pretty good to me! So, I am going to meow until your Mom sees me. And then, I’ll get her to feel sorry for me. After that, I’ll move in and take over your house!”
“Oh no you won’t,” I hissed back. Then, I jumped at the window while yowling and growling at that cat. I wanted to make sure that it knew that there was no way that that was going to happen. I’d almost scared it away when Mom woke up and said, “Grace, be quiet! I am trying to sleep here.” So, after I let out a few more blood-curdling yowls, I curled up with her and went to sleep. I figured that the Stray would run away after I’d been so scary.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. The Stray waited until it saw my Mom get up. Then it meowed as loudly as it could. At first, Mom was angry at it too. So, she told me, “Grace, that cat is driving me crazy. I’ll yell at it!” I wanted to cheer when she said that. However, after she opened the window, and saw that the Stray was a little kitten, she said, “Oh, you poor thing. You’re just a baby. You must be starving!” Then, that woman had the nerve to look at me and say, “Grace, I can’t believe that you are threatened by a tiny kitten. It can’t do anything to hurt you, and it is probably scared to death. Leave the poor thing alone!”
I wanted to scream when she said that. However, I knew that wouldn’t help. So, I pretended to ignore the Stray while my Mom was looking. As soon as she wasn’t though, I hissed, “Stay away from my house, or you’ll get a face full of claws!”
“Oh no I won’t,” the Stray hissed back. “Your Mom will take me in, and you will have to love me or get into big trouble!”
At that point, I pretended to ignore the Stray, until I could figure out a plan to get rid of it. Before I could do that, though, Mom decided to do the laundry. So, I had to watch as the Stray meowed piteously at her as she walked to the laundry room. Next, I had to listen to my Mom talking nicely to the Stray. I was about to jump through the window when she said, “I wish I could take you in, but I can’t. You probably need vet care, and I can’t afford it. I’m sorry!” as she walked back into our home.
I was very happy when my Mom said that. I even thanked God that the Stray wasn’t going to get a home with us. But then, that woman looked at me and said, “Grace, the least I can do is feed the poor thing. You have enough food for us to share it with that poor little kitten.”
I wanted to scream, “That ‘poor little kitten’ is a master manipulator!” I knew that wouldn’t change her mind, though. So, I had to watch her give the Stray my food. Even worse, that manipulative kitten followed my Mom to our apartment door after she fed it. It meowed sadly while it did that. I was horrified, because I knew that I was one door-opening away from having to share my home! So, I prayed, God, help! That cat is about to take over. Please make it go away!
Things got quiet for a moment after I prayed. Then, I heard Mom say words that were music to my ears, “Little one, I wish you could move in with us. But, I can’t afford another cat right now. I will pray for you, though!” After that, my Mom walked the Stray out of the entrance door and closed the door on it. After she did that, she walked into our apartment and said, “I feel like the worst person in the world for closing the door on that kitten. Grace, let’s pray that someone takes it in.”
OK, as long as that someone isn’t you, I thought.
“I’ll get your Mom to take me in yet,” the Stray yowled. “I told you I’d get her to feel sorry for me!”
I ignored it. I figured that this problem was over. I was wrong. That woman obsessed over that cat and then—
Oh! Angelina’s at the window. Something must be going on in our neighborhood! I’ll tell you the rest of the story in my next post. Bye for now, cats!