Hello, cats. I am sorry that I didn’t post on Tuesday like I promised to. I could give you all kinds of excuses, but the truth is that I’m embarrassed because I never got to claw up my Mom’s hands.
This is what happened. After my Mom fell asleep, I was running around the apartment and pouncing on my toys to prepare for what I called “the clawing that would end this medicine torture forever.” Suddenly, I heard a voice I hadn’t heard for a while say, “Hsssssssssssst. Grace, what are you doing in there?”
After I ran to the window, I was happy to see that it was Bruno’s voice I heard. Now, in case you are new to my blog, Bruno is the cat who beat up the meanest cat in the neighborhood, Clawzilla. When he did that, we found out that Bruno knows how to do what I can only call, “Katate.” I was so happy to see him, cats. I figured that with his help, I could really get my Mom. So, I told him about what I was planning to do. Then, I asked him if he could teach me some katate moves that would make my Mom stop giving me medicine—forever.
I was shocked when Bruno gave me a dirty look. Then he said, “Grace, you are an ungrateful brat cat. All that your Mom is doing is treating the infection behind your ear—”
“How dare you call me a brat cat? She is torturing me, and I’m going to defend myself!” I screamed.
Bruno glared at me in a way that made my fur stand up. Then he growled, “Fine, Grace. Go claw up your Mom. Then, you’ll be back out on the streets. I hope you like it out here!” Then, he stalked away.
I was furious with that cat. So, I decided to ignore him, and I ran over to the bed to pounce on my Mom’s hand. As I was about to do that, a strong Voice said, “No”
I knew that Voice. But I wanted to do what I wanted to do. So I pounced at my Mom’s hand, with claws extended. Then, it was like there was an invisible wall between me and my Mom! Every time I tried to get her, I ended up bouncing onto the floor beside our bed. Finally, I gave up and said, “OK, God, I won’t get her tonight. But could you please make her stop shoving that awful medicine down my throat?”
I thought I heard him say, “Wait” After that, I went to sleep.
I’m glad that I waited cats. The next day, my Mom called the veterinarian because she felt that I’d “gone through enough torture with this medicine.” I jumped for joy when I heard him say that if I was all better, she could stop giving it to me. My Mom is cautious so she gave me two more doses of the horrid pink stuff. Then she said, “Grace, there will be no more medicine.” I was very happy to hear that. And, she has kept her word so far.
However, she is still putting medicine on her hands. Before I was stopped from clawing her, I managed to leave a few marks on her hands. Here are two pictures of them:
I’m glad that this is over with, and I know I can’t attack her in her sleep. However, these marks show that in a battle between a human and a cat—-the cat always wins. Type to you later!
Grace the Sneaky Clawer