It’s My Birthday!

Hi cats. It’s my birthday. OK, it was my birthday yesterday.  However, I wasn’t able to get to the computer in time to type about it.  So, I will refer to my journal and tell you what happened.

My birthday began when my Mom sang “Happy Birthday” to me just as the day they call “December 3rd” began.  Then she told me that I was a “big girl” because I was two years old.  I liked that.  After she woke up later that morning, she gave me some new toys.  I liked them, even though they were the balls that I already have at least thirty of.  Best of all, she gave me a delicious salmon dinner!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you can see, I loved that.  But then, she discovered that she was running out of everything.  So, instead of staying home to give me love and attention I deserved, she went out and shopped which left me home alone. I was not happy!  I told Trixie about what was going on, and she said, “Wait, Grace. Your birthday isn’t over yet.  Maybe she’ll surprise you!” Well, that’s exactly what she did.  After her Walmart trip, Mom walked into the house with a big smile on her face.  Then she said, “Grace, you’re going to love this!”  I was so excited.  I figured that maybe my surprise was a great big salmon dinner that I could eat for days.  So, I jumped up on the refrigerator to meet Mom.  While I did that, she pulled out my “present” and accidentally twapped me on the head with it.  That made me fall off of the refrigerator onto the bookcase.  Then she said, “Grace, this is your beautiful new pet bed.”  This is what it looked like:

As you can see, it’s a huge thing that had just hit me in the head.  So, I glared at her and my “gift”. I think that she knew that I was angry because she apologized.  However, that didn’t stop her from putting that miserable thing into our bed.  Even worse, she told me that I’d love sleeping in it.  I thought, If you think I’m sleeping in that thing, you’re wrong. That monstrosity is a danger to both myself and others!  Then, as you can see, I turned my back on my new “gift”.  That didn’t stop her, though.  She kept trying to get me to like it.  Finally, she gave up and went out to meet her friends leaving me home alone—again.  So, I gave up on my birthday, and went to sleep.

Finally, she came back.  I figured that she’d try to get me to go into that thing she called a “pet bed” again.  Thankfully, that’s not what happened.  Instead, she told me she was sorry that she ignored me.  Then she said it was OK if I didn’t like my gift. Next, after giving me a nice snuggie, she gave me more salmon.  After that, we played together until she got tired. Last, she told me something that made me very happy.  She said, “Grace, I have decided that I’m not going to even try to get another cat.  So, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”  I was so happy to hear that that I pretended that I didn’t hear her mumble, “One of you is enough! That pet bed cost me twenty dollars and I can’t take it back,” under her breath.  So, I was nice to her, and finished my birthday by snuggling at her feet on the couch.  That felt good, and I was glad that my birthday ended well. I just hope that she never decides to surprise me with a strange gift again!

She’s Thinking of Bringing Another Cat Home!

Cats, I cannot believe this. That woman is thinking of bringing another cat home. All I can say is that I don’t think so!

This all started two weeks ago. Mom came home from visiting friends. I knew something was up, because as soon as I rubbed up against her, I smelled another cat and saw that her leg was covered with white fur. I was not happy about that. Then, these horrible words came out of her mouth:
“Grace, I just met another kitty that needs a home. It rubbed up against me outside, and looked hungry and sad. I feel sorry for it. Grace, what do you think about having a nice kitty friend to play with?”

I showed her what I thought about that idea by looking at her like this:

 

 

 

 

 

She got the idea.  “Oh all right, Grace.  I won’t bring that kitty home after all.  Don’t you think that you are being selfish, though?”
Yes, and I don’t care!
Mom sighed.  Then she said, “Oh well. I really can’t afford another cat anyway. So, I probably won’t be bringing it home.”

I figured that I’d won that argument.  She didn’t bring up that cat again. So, I thought that she’d forgotten all about it.  And, after becoming famous, and almost losing all of my friends, I forgot about it too. Then, today she said, “Grace, I can’t get that poor kitty out of my mind. Maybe it’s God’s Will that I bring it home.” Then, she left. I thought that she was going to get the other cat, so I prepared myself for battle. I sharpened my claws. I filed my fangs. And, I practiced my best scary yowls, pounces and fighting moves to welcome my new “friend” with. Thankfully, I didn’t have to do anything because she came home alone. However, I am on my guard now, and I’m ready for battle. There is only room for one cat in this house—me!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Hi, it’s me, the MommaCat.  I’m here to wish a Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who is celebrating this holiday.  I also want to express some gratitude to those who have made a difference in my life.  First, I want to say thank You to God, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and the Blessed Holy Spirit for allowing me to have another Thanksgiving.  Second, thank you to everyone who has encouraged me in my background position in this blog.  Third, thank you to all of the freedom fighters all over the world for keeping our countries safe and free. May God Bless you and keep you safe.  And, to all of our blog readers, thank you for reading this blog!  And thank you to—”

What about me?!

Oh—and thank you, Grace, for being such a great cat, and making me laugh.  That’s it.  I am going to pig out on some turkey fade back into the background now.  May God Bless all of you on Thanksgiving and always.

Love,
The MommaCat

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.

 

No One Is Talking to Me!

Cats, you are not going to believe this.  No one is talking to me!  It all started when I told every cat that I talk to outside, especially That Hussy, about how famous I am now (in case you’re just starting to read my blog, look at my 10/21/11 post about the cats outside of my window to see the descriptions of the cats I am talking about).   At first, they were happy for me.  So, I told them that from now on they had to treat me like the star that I am.  That seemed to annoy them.  So, just to remind them of how important I am now, I started singing, “I am famous . . . oh so famous . . . oh so famous as famous can beeee—”

I didn’t get any further than that because all of them hissed at me.  Then they turned their backs on me!  I figured that they were just jealous, and would get over it.  They haven’t.  The last few days have been the loneliest of my life.  Even Priscilla the Pest and Callie the Kitten haven’t visited me. I don’t understand their reactions—do you?  If so, could you please tell me why they are treating me this way?

Mom Left Me Alone With a Stranger!

Hi cats.  I was so happy about becoming famous that I forgot that it has been more than two weeks since I last posted.  I could make up a lot reasons why, but the main reason was that I was discouraged.  I’ve been typing and typing into what appears to be empty cyberspace.  That’s not fun. However, now that my our blog is famous, I am back to posting.

Since I last typed to you, nothing major has happened.  Mom and I had a nice anniversary, but then she got busy.  She worked extra hours, and when she wasn’t working, she was out with her friends.  I did not like that.  So, yesterday I prayed, God, I’m lonely here!  Could You please make Mom stay home more? I never dreamed that He’d answer my prayer so quickly!

Today, Mom and I were having a nice snuggle.  Then, one of her friends called.  She said, “I’ve got to go, Gracie,” and walked out of our apartment.   As she went out the door, I thought, Great.  Now I’ll be home alone again!  That wasn’t what happened though.  Instead, my Mom came right back with a person I’d only met once.  Since I didn’t know that person very well, I took evasive action and hid under the bed.  My Mom can be naïve, so I figured I’d check this person out before I came out to visit with them.  Her friend tried to get me to come out, but I remained under the bed.  I even ignored Mom when she called me.  After they both stopped calling my name, I thought that I was safe.

Boy was I wrong.  Mom did something that shocked me. She went into the bathroom and closed the door.  That left me alone in a room with a stranger!  I did not like that at all.  So, I huddled next to the wall and prepared for battle.   Thankfully, nothing happened.  Her friend talked to me, but I ignored her.  Then, Mom came out of the bathroom, and she and her friend left.  I was very happy to see them go.

I have to wonder:  What was she thinking?  Mom knows that I don’t like strangers.  Yet, she left me alone in a room with one! I think that I am more important than any human idea of “privacy”.  I’d like to punish her, but I know that I get in trouble when I do that.  So, I won’t do anything—for now.  However, I am going to tell God . . .

Tell Me?

OOPS, humbly ask God to make sure that she gets together with her friends outside of our home.  I’d rather be home alone than alone with a stranger!

Now, it’s your turn.  Have your human/s ever left you alone with a stranger?  If they did, please tell me what you did about that.  Then, I’ll know what to do if she ever tries to do that to me again!

I’m Famous!

Cats, you are not going to believe this.  I am famous.  Mom just found out that my blog has been mentioned by Franny Syufy at about.com.  I usually don’t thank humans, but thank you, Mrs Syufy.  I really appreciate your mentioning my blog. May God Bless you for doing that!  And, you are right—it doesn’t flow smoothly.  So, I am going to change that.

From now on, I will post once a week about what’s going on with Mom and me.  I will try to achieve that flow that the other cat blogs have.  And, I will do a separate post once a week about what’s going on with the cats in my neighborhood.  As always, please feel free to comment!

Ecstatically,

Grace

It’s Our First Anniversary!

Today is one year from the day that Mom adopted me from the shelter.  Mom calls this our Adoption Anniversary.  Now, I have to tell you that it did not start off well.  She told me “Happy Anniversary.” when she woke up but did I get any more attention than that?  Nope.  She rushed around the apartment, and then left me alone for over eight hours so that she could work.  All I could think was, This is a horrible anniversary!

I’m happy to say that that has changed.  When Mom finally got home, she smiled at me.  Then, she gave me three new toys.  I’m not sure if I like the big rat-like toy, but I do like my two new balls.  Best of all, she gave me my favorite chicken and salmon dinner.  So, I think I’ll keep her—for another day at least 🙂 I’ve got to go, though.  That chicken and salmon dinner is calling my name!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh No, She’s Cleaning Again!

Hello cats.  How are you?  Hope all is well with you.  It sure isn’t with me!

Mom has been cleaning for the last four days.  This has been a horrible time for me.  She used that thing she calls the vacuum, but that I know is the Cat Killer, twice.  And, she found my secret stash of toys.

I will post more later.  Right now, I’m going back under the bed.  This cleaning is too much for me!

The Cats Who Live Outside of my Window

OK, cats.  Now, I’m going to finally tell you more about the secret world outside of my window. Today, I’m going to talk about the cats that I am friends with.  Naturally, Mom doesn’t have a clue about this. I have typed about some of them before, but I want to tell you more about them.  Here are the names and descriptions of the cats I talk to the most:

Herb:  Herb is a good looking cat, and he knows it!  He has beautiful ebony fur like I do.  And, he knows how to sweet-talk a girl.  So, it’s no wonder that I thought of him first!  Herb is one of those cats who like it outside.  He says he loves his freedom, but I think he likes to be free to flirt with all of the female cats in our neighborhood.  He’s funny too.  He says things to me like, “Come away with me, Grace.  I will show you a new world and love you forever.”  When he says that, I just laugh at him.  My experience with a smooth-talking tomcat taught me not to believe in promises like that.   However, when Herb’s not hitting on me, we have some really nice talks 🙂 And yes, I like to flirt with him.  I’m fixed, not dead!

Trixie:  Trixie is a beautiful black and white cat, who has a home and gets to go outside.  She is my best friend.  We gossip about the other cats and humans in the neighborhood.  And, we laugh about the silly things that our humans do.  Best of all, we figure out how to make our humans do what we want. I love her, but I don’t like it when she flirts with Herb!

Angelina:  Angelina is a pretty calico cat, and she’s nice too.  She’s another cat who has a home, but is allowed to go outside.  Angelina has a way of coming along when I need her the most, including the times when I get into fights with Mom.  She always gives me good advice, and talks me out of clawing Mom in the face.  Sometimes I think Angelina is a cat angel!

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