I want to wish all of the men and women who fight for our freedoms a Happy Veterans Day. I also wanted to thank all of the veterans who have served both my nation, and the rest of the free world. I know that many of you have paid great prices to maintain our freedoms—including your lives. You are not, nor ever will be, forgotten. May God Bless all of you and your families.
Hello, cats. I am sorry that I haven’t posted for long. I was busy being the Construction Watcher, and keeping an eye on that Mom of mine. So, I was too lazy . . . err . . .busy to post. However, I have to tell you about my Mom taking credit for my blog!
I found out she did that when my Mom said, “Hey, Gracie come here, and let’s have a nice Momma to Kitty talk.” Even though these talks usually don’t go well, since they mean that she’s going to tell me something that I won’t like, such as going to abandon me to go to that job of hers, I decided to join her at the speaker. Here is how the rest of the conversation went:
Mom: Grace, I have something to tell you, and you may not like it.
Me: Now what?
Mom: Grace, I have good news and bad news. First, let me tell you the good news. Grace, a lot of my friends have been endorsing me for my skills on LinkedIn. They say I’m good at Creative Writing, Editing and Blogging.
Me: So? What does that have to do with me? After I thought that, I glared at her.
Mom: Grace, why are you giving me such a dirty look?
Me: Because I can.
Mom: Wow! I feel like you know what I’m going to say next. OK, Grace, the bad news is that my friends are endorsing me because they think I’m writing your blog—
At that point in the conversation, cats, I yowled so loudly that my Mom jumped almost as high at the refrigerator. Then, I stalked away before I clawed her face off. However, I am furious about this. I have worked my paws off typing everything on this blog, and she gets the credit. That’s not fair! I will punish her later, but in the meantime I will give her a kitty concert that she will never forget like this:Grace in Concert (Cats, double left-claw the blue letters above to hear my beautiful singing voice! It takes a long time to download, but I guarantee that it’s worth the wait.)
I’m going to go for now. I can hardly wait to treat her to more of my singing. I’ll also be busy planning other ways to get even with her. Type to you later, cats!
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First, I want to make it clear that the Wellness Pure Delights Turkey and Salmon Jerky treats were supplied to me by chewy.com and Wellness. I really liked what I read about these treats—especially that they are 90% pure meat, and have no by-products in them. Chewy.com shipped these to me via FedEx, and packaged them beautifully. I could hardly wait to see what Grace would do when I gave them to her. I thought that even though she is a picky eater, she would love the pure meat taste. I was wrong.
Grace did eat the treats. However, she did not do the “happy dance” that she does for wet food. And, when I mixed them with “junk food” treats, she happily ate the junk food treats and left a piece of the jerky treats untouched. So, I think I have a junk-food loving cat on my hands. I guess treats are a matter of taste. I recommend them to other cat owners, though, since they are healthy. Your cat may love these treats, depending on their tastes and mood of the moment.
I’d also like to thank both chewy.com and Wellness for providing us with these treats. I really appreciate that. Now I’m going to back to my usual invisible role on this web site.
Hi cats. You are not going to believe this, but it’s only 9:30 AM human time, and I’m already in trouble! I know I’m posting this later, but that’s the time when the events described in this post actually happened. This problem started when that woman and I were curled up on the pillow and having a nice snuggie. Here what she said and I thought as this situation developed:
Mom: Come here Gracie. We can have a nice snuggie!
Me: Oh all right, if that’s what makes you happy. I’ll jump up on the pillow with you. Here I am!
Mom: Let me rub your belly . . .
Me: Ahhh—yes! That feels good. Now scratch my back. OK, now scratch me behind my ears. Thanks! Purr, purr, purr . . .
Mom: You’re my good girl, and I love you . . . z, Z—
Our state of bliss was interrupted by a loud BAM! BAM! BAM! at the door. I knew it was a stranger so I quickly took evasive action. Unfortunately, I was in such a hurry that I clawed my Mom’s finger. She yelled, “Bad cat!” Then, she answered the door.
The person knocking was the FedEx guy. He said, “I have a package here for Grace E. Catt. Yes, Grace E. Catt . . .” Then, he looked at my Mom like she was crazy when she opened the door, especially when she said, “Do you want me to sign as Grace E. Catt?” He told her, “No. You are the person answering the door. Sign as yourself!”
Me: (while under the bed) Yes! It’s the treats I’m supposed to review from chewy.com. This is going to be a great day!
Mom: (after the FedEx guy left, and I came out from under the bed to get my treats apologize to her) Bad cat! You don’t claw Momma—ever! You can forget about getting those treats today.” After saying that she scruffed me!
Me: Mom, you have to sleep sometime, and then I’ll get you for scruffing me. Now—give me my treats! OW! You didn’t have to scruff me again!
This is so unfair, cats! I mean, I barely scratched her. Here is a picture of her “injury”:
As you can see, she was not hurt badly. Also, it’s not my fault that her finger was in the way of my escape from stranger danger. This is not fair, and I’m mad! However, I will pretend that I am sorry for what I did until she gives me my treats. Then, I’ll get her when she least expects it. I’ll tell you what happened and/or review the treats in my next post. Also, I will post about the construction destruction, after I get my treats. Bye for now, cats.
Hi cats. I just wanted to let you know that all is well with my Mom and that flirting of hers. I was going to act sick to make her stay home, but then I remembered that might get me sent to the vet. So, I put her on a guilt trip by giving her the saddest looks I could come up with before she left. I even managed to make tears come to my eyes.
I think it worked because she came home early and told me she was sorry for leaving me at home alone. So, I won after all! I’m very happy about that. I’ve got to go, though. I think I see a really good-looking male cat by our window, so I want to
flirt with him welcome him to the neighborhood. I’m just being friendly because I am not a flirt like my Mom is!
In my next posts, I will tell all of you about how we cats took over the construction that is going on in our neighborhood. Until then I hope all of you have a great night, and remember to keep those humans of yours under control!
Hi cats. Here is the post that I promised you about how I stopped my Mom from being a flirt.
This whole problem started when she took longer to wash her clothes in the laundry room. When that happened, I figured she was fighting for washers and dryers. Well, cats, that’s not why she was taking so long. She was taking forever to do her laundry because she was talking to a male human in the laundry room. I found out about that from my friends who occasionally spy on her.
I solved that little problem by going in the window and acting crazy whenever that guy peeked at our apartment. After my latest display, I think I have scared him away—forever. However, that didn’t stop my Mom! The next flirtatious move that she made was when she flirted with the AT&T guy. Here is the conversation that she had with him:
Mom: How do you climb that big pole all by yourself?
AT&T Guy: If you stick around, I’ll show you. After he said that, he puffed out his chest and threw two hooks into the pole, and began to climb it. My Mom watched him with interest. However, she had something to do so she sighed and said, “Well, I’ve got to go—”
“Are you through looking?” the AT&T guy interrupted.
“Yes,” my Mom replied. Then she added, “I don’t want to distract you.” After she said that, she went back into our courtyard where the guy couldn’t see her.
I thought that problem was over with, but you will faint when you hear what happened next, cats. A few days later, my Mom walked out of our apartment and guess who was there? The AT&T guy! My Mom said “Hi.” to him and he reminded her of how he’d been “the guy on the pole last week.” Thankfully she had something to do that day so she told him she had to go. I can’t put what he said after she left on a family blog. However, he has given up on flirting with my Mom.
At that point cats, I’d had it. So, I did several things to stop my Mom from flirting including:
- Throwing up a lot which both grossed her out and kept her too busy cleaning up after me to flirt.
- Yowling, howling and generally acting crazy around our windows to discourage any of those men she’s flirting with from coming to our home.
It’s been a long battle, but I think I’ve won. It’s been a week since my Mom has flirted with anyone. Oh! She’s talking to me. Let me see what she has to say . . .
“Grace! I’m going out with my friend B. today to a festival. I wonder if there will be any cute guys there?”
Oh, no. No! I’ve got to go cats. I think I’ll pretend I’m sick to make her stay home. I’ll tell you what happened in my next post.
Hi cats. How are you? I hope that all is well with you.
I am sorry that I haven’t posted for so long. I have been very busy controlling my Mom, who was turning into a flirt. Also, I have been working with all of the cats in my neighborhood to control the Construction Destruction that is devastating our neighborhood. As of today, we cats have taken care of most of the problems with it. So, I have time to post now. My next post will be about how I stopped my Mom from being a flirt. Type to you soon cats!
Hi, cats. I am sorry that I haven’t posted for so long. I have been busy with
controlling dealing with my Mom who is turning into a flirt, the mean squirrel family outside that likes to torment me, and watching the Construction Destruction on our street.
I will post more, but right now, I am asking all of you to pray for my Mom. She got into an accident yesterday! Some crazy human rear-ended her while she was driving. Mom says that she feels OK, and that no damage was done (well, not much) to her car, but she isn’t sure if she’s really OK. So, I am worried. I mean who will feed me if turns out that she’s hurt and doesn’t know it yet?
So, if you wish, please pray for her. I’m going for now because that miserable squirrel who knows I can’t get it is laughing at me, so I have to make him respect me. My next post will be about how my Mom is turning into a flirt and what I plan to do about that. Type to you later, cats.
Hello, cats. As promised, I am posting about what Mom calls the “construction destruction” by our house. I am going to tell this story with pictures and words.
First, here is a picture that shows what the view out of our window looked like before and after the construction on our street began:
Just in case you didn’t notice, there are trees missing in the right side of this picture. The people doing the construction chopped down three trees before they began fixing our street. Cats, it was horrible. I will never forget the screams of the baby birds and squirrels whose parents couldn’t rescue them in time. We cats had a moment of silence for them. Here is another picture that shows what’s left of one of the trees that they lived in.
As you can see, there is nothing left of it. The other two trees are in the same shape. Now, look at what they put up right by where one of the trees was:
Yes, they replaced a tree with a toilet. I am going back to my post at the window to see what they’ll do next:
Now, I need your help, cats. If you have any ideas about how to stop the humans who are doing what they call “construction” please post. We’ve already taken care of the Port-a-Potty, but that’s a story for a different post. Thanks!
Hi cats. I am sorry that I have not posted for so long. I’m here now, though, and I have to tell you about what my Mom’s been up to. Here are just a few of the things that she’s done/have happened to her:
1. She had two guys ask her out on a date. I am not happy about that! Thankfully, she told both of them, “No.” If she ever says, “Yes,” though, I have a plan for any male human who shows up at our house that will make him run away screaming. Let’s just say that it involves my claws and a sensitive part of the male anatomy.
2: She bought two new pair of jeans, and is driving me crazy by asking me if they fit her well. When she does that, I glare at her because I am a cat, not a fashion adviser!
3. She has to get up earlier for work sometimes. So, I have to deal with a crabby, half-asleep human on her early work days.
4. Worst of all, she accidentally reported our web address to Stop Forum Spam!
As you can see, my Mom is prone to getting into trouble. So, keeping an eye on her, as well as controlling looking out for the cats in my neighborhood keeps me busy. However, I will be posting more often. My next post will be about the humans who are ruining our neighborhood by—
Until then, I hope that all is well with you, and that—
“Grace? Did you see the guy driving the forklift? He’s cute!”
Sigh. Gotta go, cats!