I Hope that Everyone Had a Blessed and Happy Easter!

Hello, world.  I planned on wishing everyone a Happy Easter yesterday, but I got lazy got involved with other things.  So, I hope that today is not to late to send everyone my wishes that everyone had a Blessed and Happy Easter.

I also want to thank our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for dying for our sins, and rising on the third day so that everyone who believes in His Name may receive the gift of Eternal Life.  If anything in this blog appeals to you, it is His doing, not mine.  May God Bless all of you—every one.

Da Mommacat

The Latest Information on the Cats in My Neighborhood

Hello cats. Here is what’s been going on with my secret friends. If you are new to my blog, here are two links to previous posts that will give you some background on the cats that I’m typing about:



Mimi and her Kittens: That miserable Mimi is still living in the storage space next to my apartment. I thought she and the kittens would move now that they can survive on their own. Sadly, that’s not the case. They are all still here except for her son, Herb Jr., who ran away from home to join a feral cat colony down the street. I hope that Mimi decides to move soon, because I may kill her if she stays here for much longer!

Simone: Simone is as mysterious as ever. I still don’t know exactly where she lives, or if she has a home at all. Simone is helping the cats in our neighborhood find warm places to stay when it’s cold or snowing outside. Unfortunately, a lot of those cats end up staying in the storage spaces of my apartment complex.

Angelina: Angelina is also helping cats to find warm places to stay. And, she is helping Mimi. When she’s not doing that, she is busy making me participate in all of her efforts to help everyone. I am sick of doing that and hope that it warms up soon so that all of those cats will go away!

Bruno and Hazel: Bruno and Hazel have fallen in love! They are the closest thing to a human married couple that I’ve ever seen. They have made a home in a nice big box that one of our neighbors left outside. And, they have decided they’d rather live outside than live without each other. That’s romantic, but I hope they don’t freeze out there!

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I’m Going to KILL that Mom of mine!

Hello, cats. I know that I said that I’d post about my friends in the neighborhood. However, my Mom did such a horrible thing to me yesterday that I just had to post about it!

Yesterday, I knew the day was not going to be good when I heard a knock on the door. I do not like strangers, so I took evasive action by hiding under the bed. The male human that was knocking said he was here to set up our new phone and Internet service. However, I noticed that he was checking out my Mom more than the phones or computer that he was supposed to set up. So, I rustled under the bed just to let him know that I was there, and that if he even touched my Mom, I’d claw his eyes out. He chuckled and said, “Oh, my cat hides too.” Mom smiled at him and said, “Oh, then you know what it’s like.” I think that man just said that to get my Mom interested in him. I’ll bet he doesn’t even have a cat!

Next, my Mom did something that shocked me. After saying, “I’ve got to go and do the laundry. I’ll be right back,” she walked out of the door, and left me alone in the house with a stranger!  I was terrified because that man could have been a psycho cat killer in a phone guy uniform. So, I stayed under the bed while plotting ways that I would claw his eyes out if he tried to hurt me.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. However, I am furious about this—especially since my Mom kept leaving me alone with that man so that she could “finish her laundry.” I mean, what is more important to her—her clothes or her cat? After two hours of horror, that man finally left. That gave me plenty of time to figure out ways to punish her. Here are just a few of the things that I’ve done to her so far:

  • I left a nasty surprise for her in front of my litter box. Sadly, she didn’t step in it.
  • I threw a ball at her at 5:00 A.M hoping to leave a bruise. She thought I was playing with her. I wasn’t.
  • I am tearing up the closet right now. She just yelled at me, so I’ll stop—for now.

I have other things that I’m planning to do to her, like clawing up her clothes when she goes to sleep tonight. Right now, though, I’m going to be very nice to her so that she doesn’t know what I’m up to. I’ll be checking this blog after she goes to sleep, so if any of you cats have ideas about other ways that I can punish her please post. Thanks!

I’m Back!

Hi cats. I can’t believe it’s been over a month since I’ve posted! I could give you a lot of excuses but the truth is that I was feeling discouraged. Mom said that most of the visitors to our site are spammers and bots. So, I thought, Why even bother posting then?

However, I missed blogging about what’s going on with that crazy Mom of mine, and everything that’s going on with my secret friends in our neighborhood. That made me decide to keep on posting even if no one is reading my blog. And, Simone reminded me that a thousand cats who are good at covering their tracks could be reading this blog right now.

So, I’m back! I’m going for now, but I will tell you about what’s been going on in my neighborhood in my next post. Until then, I hope that all is well with you, cats!

The Medicine Wars—Conclusion

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

The Medicine Wars 2.5—The Nightmare Continues

Hi cats.  I am typing this post while hiding under the bed from that woman.  Cats, would you believe that she is still shoving medicine down my throat?  I mean, it has been almost ten days now.  So, any “infection” I had should be killed. I’ve concluded that she is doing this to torture me.

Well cats, I am not taking this lying down.  She has to go to sleep soon.  After she does that, I plan on clawing her hands up so that she won’t ever be able to give me medicine again.  I will tell you how that goes tomorrow.  I have to go now, because I need to plan my attack. Type to you soon!

The Medicine Wars: Part Two

Hello cats. This is the post that I promised you that will tell you more about what that evil woman is doing to me.   I am about to get very graphic, so if you are a kitten who is less than six months old, please don’t read any further.  What I’m about to post will give you nightmares.

What that woman has been doing to me is taking a large medicine syringe that is bigger than my face, forcing my mouth open, and then squirting vile-tasting medicine down my throat.  She tells me this will prevent me from getting a really bad infection.  I think she’s doing this to torture me.

I have evaded her many times, but she has become as sneaky as a cat!  So, she has managed to capture me fourteen times to do this to me.  However, I am not without defenses, so here are a just three of the things that I’ve done to her in revenge for what she’d doing to me:

  1. I scratched her arm while pretending to stretch.
  2. I tied her favorite jewelry into a knot like this







3: I treated her to a half hour midnight concert of yowling, growling and howling to remind her of what I’m capable of, while giving her dirty looks like this:







None of these things have stopped her though.  However, I think I have come up with the perfect strategy to make her stop giving me medicine.  As soon as she does that again, I will put my paw down my throat and make myself throw up!  Then, she’ll think the medicine made me sick, so she’ll stop giving it to me.  Oh!  I see she has the syringe in her hand.  She is about to get a nasty surprise.  I will tell you what happened in a minute . . .

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The Medicine Wars Part One

Hello, cats.  I’m here to report that my Mom has turned into a cat torturer.  Cats, she is squirting medicine down my throat.  Words cannot express how unhappy I am with what she’s doing.  Well actually they could, but this is a family blog.  All I will say is that I am doing everything I can to discourage her from her attempts to put any type of medicine in or on me. I am hiding under the bed.  I am spitting out the medicine she gives me when she’s not looking.  And, most importantly, I am plotting revenge so that she will never do this to me again!

I will post more about this topic later.  Right now, I am going to sharpen my claws so that I am ready for her next attempt to give me medicine.  Until then, if you have any ideas on how to stop her from doing this, please post.  Thanks!

The Vet Visit

Hello, cats.  I am going to tell you the story of yet another horrible visit to the person who that woman calls the veterinarian (vet), and I call the cat torturer, in words and pictures.  This whole nightmare started when Mom found out I had red bumps behind my ears that were bleeding.  So, she decided to take me to the vet.  Here I am right after she captured me:







As you can see, I was not happy.  After this picture was taken, I had to endure two horrible things:  Mom’s driving, and her singing to me as she did that.  Yowwwl!  After that, we arrived at the vet’s office.  Here is a picture of me before that torturer came into the room:







What happened next was so horrible that I’ll just tell you about it.  That man squeezed the already sore spots behind my ears. That hurt!  Then he told Mom that he “strongly suspected a spider bite.”  After that, he gave Mom some medicine to give me.  Then, I was back in the carrier and had to endure yet another drive with Mom as she sang to me—again.  This is how I felt about that:







We finally arrived home, where I had another unpleasant surprise waiting for me.  Mom actually gave me the foul-tasting medicine that the vet gave her.  I plan on stopping that.  Until then, this picture shows exactly how I feel about this whole matter:


Grace who is going to get the vet and my Mom too!

Herb Has Been Found

Hello cats.  I’m sorry I didn’t post sooner about Trixie’s juicy gossip, but horrible events, including a vet visit made me too upset to write. I am feeling better now, and although I am plotting to get even with my Mom and the vet too, I can type.  Cats, you are not going to believe this but—we found Herb!

And, this gets better, cats.  Not only did we find Herb, but we saw him flirting with a cute female cat who lives a block away from us.  Now, in case you are new to my blog, Herb is the father of Mimi’s kittens.  He is also is the best-looking male cat in our neighborhood, and he knows it.  So, it did not surprise me that he was flirting with yet another girl-cat.  However, he’d better pray that Mimi doesn’t find out about this.  If she does, she will kill him!

When Herb knew he’d been spotted, he hid.  However, he knows that we know where he lives now.  So, it’s just a matter of time until one of us gets our claws on him.  Or, maybe we’ll just let Mimi do whatever she wants to him.   I can hardly wait to see what happens!

I’ve got to go for now, though.  I think Mom is getting out that horrible thing called “cat medicine,” so I have to take evasive action.  I will tell you all about the vet visit in my next post.  Type to you soon, cats!