My New Secret Friends In the Neighborhood

Hi cats.  I’ve created this post so that if you are new to my blog, you will know who I am talking about in my next post about what’s been going on in our neigborhood. My new friends are:

Bruno:  Bruno is a twelve-year-old black and white male cat.  He’s the one who beat up Clawzilla.  He is still out on the streets because when his human Mom died, no one took him in.  So, as he puts it, he is now living an adventurous life. Bruno is the Begging King, so he is still teaching the kittens how to beg for food when they don’t feel like catching their own dinner.  He has become like a Cat Dad to me.  And, all of us feel safer with him around since he can do the cat version of karate.

Clawzilla:  Clawzilla is not a friend of mine.  However, I’m including that miserable cat in this listing in case you are new to my blog and don’t know who I’m talking about.  Clawzilla was the cat who terrorized our neighborhood by hurting my friends, and bullying kittens.  She is gone, thanks to Bruno beating her up.  I really hope that we never see her again!

Fraidycat/Sheba:   Fraidycat is over three months old now. She is a pretty black kitten with big green eyes like mine. Fraidycat/Sheba asked us to call her “Sheba” after she stood up to Clawzilla.  We do, even though we know that without Bruno’s help, she’d have been killed for doing that. Sheba still has a sweet personality—that is she has a sweet personality when she’s not trying to act like the “Queen of Sheba.”  When she does that, we all ignore her.  I sure hope she doesn’t become a mean cat like Clawzilla!

Max the Kitten:  Max is the kitten who wanted to stay with me during Operation Snowstorm.  He is an orange tabby with bright blue eyes.  He’s much bigger than he was when I posted about him in my “Mean Dog” and “Operation Snowstorm” posts. In fact, he is currently in heat.  So, he is chasing all of the female kittens and cats in our neighborhood.   He even tried to sweet-talk me once! I don’t think he’ll do that again, since I let him know that I was not interested in him.  There are lots of girl cats who like him though.  I have a feeling that he’ll turn out like Herb when he grows up.

Hazel:  Hazel is five-year-old brown and white tabby female cat.  Hazel is the cat who tried to protect the kittens from that mean Clawzilla and got beat up while doing that.  I like her because she is brave, and is fun to talk to.  Hazel also longs for a home of her own.  However, she is afraid that no human/s will want her because she’s “too old.”  I hope that isn’t true.  Hazel is a good cat who deserves a home of her own.

Simone the Stealth Cat:  Simone is the mysterious gray cat that I’ve posted about before.  I’m not sure that I can call her my friend, since I know nothing about her!  I don’t even know if she has a home, or is another alley cat.  However, she always shows up when we have a bad situation on our hands.  So, I am happy that she is part of our neighborhood.  We need her!

There are other new cats in my neighborhood, but these are the cats I talk to the most.  I hope this post helps you to get a good idea of what my new friends are like.  Next, I’m going to tell you the latest gossip news about them in a separate post that I’m putting up right now.  I’ll be right back!

 

Operation Snowstorm Was a Success

Hi everyone.  I am happy to report that Operation Snowstorm was a success.  I’m not going to be too specific on the Internet, but let’s just say that a lot of cats found safe, warm places to stay in our apartment complex.  And, thanks to the efforts of all of the cats who live here, none of those cats were hungry.   However, feeding the seven that I got stuck with who chose to stay in my building was a real challenge.  I worked my paws off to get them food until the storm ended.  So, you’d think that they’d be grateful. They weren’t.  After I’d brought them food for hours, they had the nerve to complain about my “service”.  Here is what they said, and how I responded to them:

“Hey, Grace!  I need more food, now,” an obnoxious, flea-ridden cat yelled.

“You ate almost a week’s supply of my food.  Why don’t you go and catch a mouse or something?” I yelled back.

“Can you believe what she said—go catch a mouse.  This is the worst hotel I’ve ever stayed at,” complained a purebred cat that had fallen on hard times.

“Yes, it is.  Let’s all yowl at her at once!  We want food!  We want food!” all seven of the cats yowled.  Then, they began banging things around in the storage space as    they yowled.

That did it.  I screamed, “This is not a hotel, and I am not your maid!  If you want food, you’ll have to get it yourself.  And, if you keep on banging things around, I will claw your eyes out!”

It got very quiet after I said that.  Then, the cats went to the dumpster and served themselves.  And, when they got back they didn’t make any more noise.  They even tiptoed out the door when they went back outside after the storm was over.  I was very happy when they were gone.  I finally had a chance to sleep!

The next day, I heard a familiar, “Psssst, Grace.” at the window.  It was Angelina.

I thought that she’d lecture me for yelling at those cats.  So, I said, “Angelina, those cats made me yell at them.  They were the most obnoxious cats that I’ve ever met!”

I almost fainted when Angelina said, “That’s OK, Grace.  I would have yelled at them too.  I just came over to tell you how proud I am of you for helping them.  And, there are some other cats who want to thank you too.”

Then, I saw a crowd of cats—more cats then I’d ever seen in my life.  All of them smiled at me.  Then, one by one, all of them thanked me.  Some of them even said that I’d saved their lives.  I was very happy when they said that.  I felt like I’d made a difference.  However, I hope that it will be a long time before I have to have to go through this again.

Now it’s your turn, cats.  If you’ve ever done someone a favor and they yelled at you, please tell me what happened.  Also, I could really use some advice on what to say to the ungrateful cats if I ever see them again.  Thanks!

Operation Snowstorm

Hi cats. I can only type for a few minutes because as you can see, there is a lot of snow falling in our neighborhood.  So, I am in the middle of Operation Snowstorm. This is what’s going on:

This morning, Angelina appeared at my window. After telling me that we would have a major snowstorm today, she asked me: “Grace, did you really mean it when you said when you’d sneak cats into your home?”

“Errrr—yes. But, Angelina, I don’t want to get into trouble with my Mom! If they have fleas, and we get them, she will kill me,” I replied.

“So does that mean you are going back on your word?!” Angelina growled.

“Angelina, would you let a cat with fleas stay with you?” I asked.

Angelina glared at me. Then she said, “Well, you have a point. OK. Let’s go to Plan B. Are there any places where cats can hide in your building?”

When she asked me that, I remembered something that my Mom had told me about the laundry room she lives in goes to. She’d told me that it had a great big storage room full of our landlord’s things. So, I told Angelina about that. Angelina said, “I’ll be back, Grace. Maybe your apartment building has lots of storage places. I’m sending Simone the Stealth Cat to see if that’s true.  It was.  So, that is where my friends are going to hide during this snowstorm. They think it’s safe, since the humans who own the storage spaces don’t visit them very often. I hope that’s true. Also, I hope that they don’t get caught!

I can’t worry about that now, though. Angelina and Simone finally told me what my job is during Operation Snowstorm—to feed the cats that hide in the storage places in my building. I have already put out a lot of food for them. I did that by going into the grey tote my Mom doesn’t know I can get into, grabbing food, and shoving it under my door. The cats have already grabbed the food that I put out while Mom was gone. There were only three of them, so they should have plenty of foo—”

“Hey, Grace! We’re hungry. We want some food now!”

Oh no! There are four more cats hiding out by my apartment. That makes seven cats that I have to feed. Oh well, I can do this.  After all, I don’t want them to be hungry.  So, I have to go and bring them more food. Type to you later, cats!

Everyone’s Talking to Me Again!

Hi cats.  I am happy to report that my friends are talking to me again.  Here’s what happened:

After I wrote my last blog entry, I went to the window and yowled, “Hey everyone.  I have been selfish and I’m sorry!  I was wrong not to help you when all of you were freezing out there.” After I said that, there was a long silence.  So, I yowled, “Hey!  I am apologizing here. You’re supposed to forgive me!”

Again, there was no answer.  So, in desperation I yowled, “All right. I will sneak some of you into my house if it gets cold again!”

After I said that, a little voice said, “It’s about time you said that, Grace.  I almost froze to death and you didn’t care!”  I looked to see who was speaking to me.  It was Max, the homeless kitten that I’ve written about before.  He added, “I’ll be the first one to sneak in your house when it gets cold again!”

Well, I wasn’t too happy about that.  I could get into big trouble with my Mom for sneaking a kitten into our home—especially if he has fleas.  However, I was so happy that someone was speaking to me that I said, “OK, we’ll do that, Max.”  After I said that, one by one, the other cats turned around and looked at me.  Then they smiled and Herb said, “Well, I guess we’ll forgive you.  However, you’d better talk to Angelina separately.  She is not happy with you trying to claw her!”

I was so happy that almost everyone was speaking to me that I started to cry.  Then, I said, “OK, I’ll do that.”

So, my friends are talking to me again.  I’m not sure how I’ll get in touch with Angelina since she has been avoiding me.  Oh, well.  I’ll worry about her later.  Right now, I want to go talk to my friends and catch up on the latest gossip . . . errr . . . news about what’s been going on in the neighborhood!

“Hssst!  Grace!”

Oh.  There’s someone else at the window.  I’ll be right back!

<Later>

Well, the cat at the window was Angelina.  After I agreed to never lift a claw to her again, she said that she forgave me.   Then, she told me that all of the cats have created a plan called, “Operation Snowstorm.”  It is a plan to keep everyone safe and warm if the weather gets bad again.  However, she didn’t tell me what I’m supposed to do. So, I am a little worried about that.  Oh, well.  It has been pretty warm around here.  So, maybe I won’t have to do anything. Right now, I’m just glad that everyone is talking to me again.  I’ve got to go, though.  I see Herb, and I want to flirt talk to him! Type to you later, cats!

I Was Wrong

In my last post, I told you how angry I was with Angelina. I could not believe that she said that I’d forgotten where I’d come from!  Those are fighting words to me, and to any cat that once lived on the streets, or in a shelter.

So, I decided I’d make this the best blog in the world.   However, before I could post anything, I heard Mom talking to a friend on the phone.  She said that our blog has a zero page rank on Google.  This is really bad, since web pages can have a page rank of up to ten.  Even worse, Mom said that from what she can see, there is practically no one visiting our site except for bots and spammers.  I wanted to cry when I heard that.  I realized that I wasn’t going to get rich and famous anytime soon.  So, I decided that I’d pretend I hadn’t tried to claw Angelina and say, “Hi.” to my friends.  Well, that didn’t work.   Would you believe that all of those cats turned their backs on me?

As you can see, I was very upset:

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, I prayed, God, this isn’t fair.  I do remember where I came from!  Please make my friends like me again. Then, a word came to my mind:  Remember.  And, that’s what I did.  I remembered what life was like when I lived out on the streets.  The memories were so real that they felt like they were happening now. Here are a few of the things I remembered:

The Cold Day:  There was a day that I was so cold that I couldn’t even feel my paws.  And, all of the warm spots like the boxes in people’s yards, or air ducts were taken by other cats.  I finally saw an igloo that a child had made.  I climbed into it.  At least I had some shelter.

The Snowstorm:  One day, it was snowing so hard that I couldn’t see one foot in front of me.  I had never seen so much snow in my life!  I was terrified.  Then, I heard a cat that I’d gotten into a fight with say, “Hey, you!  Come huddle with us.”  I was scared that she was trying to trap me, but I went and huddled with her and the other cats anyway.  There was nothing else that I could do.  I knew that if I didn’t join them, I’d freeze to death.

Being Hungry:  I remembered how hungry I used to be.  I was lucky if I found food in a dumpster.  Sometimes I got sick from that food, but I had to eat it.  Otherwise I would have starved to death.

Well, you get the idea.  After I remembered, I prayed, OK, God.  I did forget.  Please stop these memories from coming to me.  And, He did.  However, I feel horrible now.  I don’t blame my friends for being mad at me.  While I was snoozing in my pet bed, they almost froze to death.  And, I did nothing to help them.  That was wrong.  So, I am going back to the window.  I really need to apologize to Angelina.  Then, I will tell my friends how sorry I am.  Last, I will let them know that I am willing to help them the next time the weather gets bad around here.  I’m not sure if they’ll forgive me, but I have to try.  In the meantime, please pray that my friends will accept my apology, cats!

I’m Not Talking to Anyone!

Hi, cats.  I’ve got to let you know what’s going on.  I would have posted sooner, but that Mom of mine was hogging the computer!

In my last post, I had to go because Angelina was at the window.  So, I went to talk to her.  Well, all I can say is after the conversation we had, I’m not speaking to her or to any of those other cats who live outside of my window.  Here is what happened:

After I got to the window, I said, “Hi Angelina.  I’m so happy to see you.  You won’t believe this.  Mom said she won’t get me any more toys.  That is so unfai—”

“Shut up, Grace.  I am sick of your whining!  While you are worrying about your toys, the cats you say are your friends are freezing to death,” Angelina interrupted.

I was so shocked that Angelina told me to “shut up” that I actually shut up.

Angelina then said mean things to me.  She told me that I didn’t care about what happened to my friends.  She said I was selfish.  And, she finished her speech by saying, “Grace, you didn’t even look out of your window to see how your friends were doing.  You just stayed curled up in that pet bed that your Mom bought. You could have at least snuck some food out to them.  You didn’t think of that, though, did you?  Grace, you have forgotten where you came from!”

After Angelina said that, I was so mad that I jumped at the window and clawed at her.  She ducked, and then stalked away.  As she did that, she yelled, “I hope you’re happy being alone in your pet bed, because none of us are speaking to you right now!”

I was and am furious.  How dare Angelina say I forgot where I came from?  That’s not true.  I know it can be cold and scary out there.  However, I like my new life so much that I don’t want to think about that.  And, I don’t think my Mom would be happy if she came home and found twenty cats that I was trying to rescue living here.  So, I’m going to continue to enjoy my new life.  And, I think I’ll work really hard on this website.  Then, I’ll become a rich and famous cat.  That will show them!

OK, cats.  Now it’s your turn.  Has anyone ever said mean things to you?  If so, what did you do about that?  Please let me know.  I’m looking forward to hearing from you because I’m lonely so that I can get some ideas on what to do about that Angelina.  Thanks!

We Found Callie!

Hi everyone.  I have some great news to report.  We found Callie today!

I have to admit that this morning; I was ready to give up on looking for her.  It had been over a week since she disappeared.  So, I decided to look for her one more time.  Then, if I didn’t find her, I figured that I’d tell the other cats that I’d given up.  As I went to the window, a word kept going through my mind:  Pray.  And, I remembered that Angelina ended the Council of Cats by telling us to do that while we were looking for Callie.  I’d forgotten about that. I thought that I could find Callie all by myself.  Well, that wasn’t working.  So, I prayed, God, I give up!  I can’t find Callie without You.  Will You please help me?

I almost fainted when I heard Him say, Yes.  I didn’t like it when He added; It’s about time that you figured that out, though.

So, I did my usual search routine, but this time, I prayed.  Then, the miracle happened.  I was looking out of our bedroom window when I heard a still small voice say, Gracie, look up.

I replied, “Does that mean I get to see You, God?  Cool!  The other cats will be so jealous.”

I could have sworn I heard Him sigh.  Then I had a strong feeling to look up at the top window of the apartment across the courtyard from us.  So I did that—and I saw a small shape jumping up and down in it.  I figured it was a weird Christmas decoration or something.  Then I heard Him say, Look again.

When I did that, I heard a familiar, “Meow.”  It was Callie!

I was so excited that I fell out of the window.  Then, I yelled, “Hey!  Everybody, look!  I found Callie!”

“I?”

I quickly changed my words.  “Pssst—everyone.  God showed me where Callie was!”

After I said that, every cat in the neighborhood came running to my window.  All of them looked and saw Callie waving at them.  Everyone noticed that she looked very happy.  We wanted to know what happened, so we sent Simone, the Stealth Cat to talk to her.  Simone is a grey cat who can sneak into human homes without them having a clue that she is there.  Simone was gone for a while.  Then, she came back and told us that Callie’s prayers had been answered—she’d found a home with humans who loved her.  After she’d given her report, Simone added, “And, Callie has been trying to let us know where she was ever since she’s been adopted.  However, a certain cat was sleeping on patrol duty.  I wonder who that was?”

I sighed.  Then, I admitted, “It was me.  All of that detective work made me tired.”

There was a long silence as all of the cats glared at me.  Then, Angelina said, “It’s OK.  The main thing is that we found her!”

I was relieved when everyone agreed with her.  Then, all of the cats thanked God in their own ways.  After that, everyone left after Simone promised us that she’d stay in touch with Callie.  I’m looking forward hearing about how she’s doing.  I’ve got to go, though.  Mom is finally home, and I need some attention!

 

What Our Council of Cats Decided to Do About Callie

Sorry to take so long to type, cats.  I was busy on my assignment from the Council of Cats.  If you’re wondering why we had a Council, please read my previous post.  Also, just in case you’re a kitten. and don’t what a Council of Cats is, it is a solemn assembly of cats for a specific purpose.  So, cats who participate in the Conference have to get along.  At least that’s the ideal.  Here is how ours went:

Angelina chaired the Council of Cats that Herb called for.  They held it by my window so that I could participate.  I made sure that Mom was asleep before we started.  Then, Angelina said, “I am chairing this Council of Cats.  I think all of you know that the purpose of this Council is to find Callie.   That means that all of you must be on your best behav—“

“Yowl!  Hsssssssssst!  Get away from Herb, you hussy,” I interrupted when I saw That Hussy was trying to snuggle close to Herb.

“Shut up Grace!  I’ll do whatever I want,” That Hussy growled.

“Oh yeah?  Well. take this,” I yowled.  Then I threw myself at her and hit the window with a loud thwap.

“What’s going on out there?” Mom mumbled in her sleep.

“Stop it you two!  Have you forgotten the most important rule—that we all get along?” Angelina exclaimed.

“Err . . . sorry,” we both mumbled.

Then, the Council continued.  I’m not writing everything about it since snoopy humans have access to this post.  The gist of it was that all of us were assigned areas to search for Callie at.  Then, we exchanged contact information in case one of us found her.  After that, we closed the Conference.

My assignment is to patrol our apartment building.  So, I have to stay in the windows to see if Callie is with any of our neighbors.  So far, I haven’t seen anything and I’m bored stiff.  I will continue to patrol though.  I really want to find her before she gets hurt!

Callie Is Missing!

Hi cats.  I have some bad news to report.  Callie is missing!  Now, in case you don’t know who Callie is, here is an excerpt taken from one of my previous posts:

“Callie is a brown tabby kitten whose humans abandoned her.  She lives in an empty house down the street.  She is cute, so some humans feed her.  No one has given her a home though 🙁   I give her advice, and try to let her know that God loves her.  She doesn’t always believe me, though, because He hasn’t answered her prayer for a home of her own yet . . . .”(Excerpted from my 10/21/11 post).

As you’ve just read, Callie is a naive kitten who has been praying for a home of her own.  I just hope that she didn’t take matters into her own paws and get herself into trouble!  I found out that she was missing from Herb.  He told me that after none of the cats in the neighborhood had seen Callie for a few days, they figured that she was hiding in the abandoned house that she lives in.  So, they went to check on her.  Sadly, after a through catspection, the cats found out that she wasn’t there.  So, they looked everywhere in our neighborhood for her.  So far, no one has even found her paw prints.  Worst of all, Cilly told me that Callie was headed to my house to talk to me about a home that she was thinking about trying to get into.  Unfortunately, I think she visited me when Mom twapped me on the head with the pet bed.  So, I never got to talk to her.  I feel awful about that. I have to go, though. Herb has called a Council of Cats.  I will post later to tell you about what we have decided to do about this scary situation!

They’re Talking to Me Again!

Hello cats.  I’m here to report that those cats who were ignoring me are finally talking to me again.  Here is what happened:

Yesterday, I heard a familiar, “Pssssssssssst . . . Grace!” at the window.  It was Angelina!

I was so happy to see her.  I’d been ignored for days.  So, I said, “Hi Angelina.  It’s so good to see you!  I’m so glad you’re not jealous like those other cats.  They are so mean.  They haven’t talked to me for—”

“Shut up, Grace,” Angelina interrupted.

I almost fainted.  Angelina is always nice to everyone.  So, much to my surprise, I shut up.

Angelina continued, “Grace, you made Callie cry when you bragged about your “fame”.  She wanted to talk to you about the home that she’s been hoping for.  Now, she thinks you are too famous to have anything to do with her.  And, the other cats think you’ve forgotten where you came from.  It wasn’t so long ago when you were out on the streets and starving.  When you were out there would you have appreciated someone bragging about her web site?”

“Errrr . . .no,” I mumbled.

“Well, that what you did to them.  There’s only one way that you are going to have friends again.  You are going to have to tell them that you are sorry for being such a braggart!”

That did it.  I growled and said, “There is no way that I will apologize to them.  I am famous.  I don’t have to apologize to anyone!”

Angelina rolled her eyes and said, “Fine, Grace.  Don’t apologize.  I hope you enjoy being alone.”  Then, she left.

At first, I was mad.  But then, I remembered the cat who bragged to me about how great her home was when I lived on the streets.  And, I remembered how much that hurt.  So, after some thought, I gritted my fangs, went to the window and yowled, “Oh all right!  I’m sorry that bragged so much.  That was wr . . . wr . . . well, you know what I mean.”

At first there was silence.  But then, all of the cats turned and looked at me.  I was so happy when they did that that a tear rolled out of my eyes.  Then, Herb said, “OK, Grace.  We forgive you.  But keep that bragging about your web site to yourself!”

“O-kay,” I mumbled.

Then I heard Cilly’s voice, “And another thing, Grace.

“?”

“Do us all a favor.  Don’t sing!”

I pretended that I didn’t hear her, but I did.  I’ll get her later though.  Right now, I’ve got to catch up on what’s been going on in the neighborhood. Talk or type to you later my adoring public, errrr . . . cats.