Update on Mimi and Her Kittens

Hi cats.  I can’t believe that it’s been over a month since I talked about my secret friends.  I guess I got lazy or something.  And, watching out for Mimi and her kittens is a full-time job!  Here are a few of the things that I’m doing:

  • Dealing with that Mimi who drives me crazy 24/7
  • Preventing our neighbors from finding Mimi and her kittens by yowling, growling and acting crazy so they don’t hear the kittens mewing
  • Helping Mimi train her kittens to be safe around the sometimes crazy humans who live in our building
  • Teaching the kittens which humans are OK, and which are not and above all—
  • Trying to keep my Mom from figuring out that there are five cats living in a storage space that is one wall away from our apartment

These things are not easy to do.  I like protecting the kittens, though, so I’m happy to do them—for now.   Also, all of my secret friends are helping me, so I still get to sleep. And—

Oh!  Trixie is at the window.  She is my best friend and I can tell by the look on her face that she has some very juicy gossip to pass on.  I can hardly wait to hear it, so I’ve got to go.  I will tell all of you everything that she tells me in my next post.  Bye for now!

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Hi everyone.  It’s me, the Mommacat.  I just popped on to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.  Also, I wanted to let anyone who is going through a tough Christmas to know that they are not alone.  I also struggle with holidays, since my human family and I are not close—

Hey!  What about me?  I’m all the family you need!

Sorry, Grace.  Yes, you are my little baby cat and—

Mom!  Quit calling me ‘your little baby cat’.  You’re making me sound like a wuss.

Oh all right!  You are my big, strong girl and the center of my world.  Are you happy now?

Yes.  Thanks, Mom.

Well anyway, I hope that God blesses all of the humans and cats who read this page with a Merry or at least tolerable Christmas.  And, I want to say “Thank You.” to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for coming into this world to save us from our sins.   That’s it.  I have to go, because Grace is glaring at me and wants to play.  So, I will play with her and let her take over this blog again 🙂

Mom Killed Our Coffee Table!

Hi cats.  I am sorry that I have taken so long to post a new entry to this blog.  I have been busy helping Mimi with her new kittens, sleeping and gossiping . . . errr . . . doing my usual activities, and keeping that Mom of mine under control.

Speaking of Mom, guess what she did?  She killed our coffee table with the evil vacuum cleaner.  It happened about a week ago.  While using that miserable machine, Mom bumped a leg of our coffee table which promptly fell off.  Mom thought it would be an easy repair, so she glued the leg back on like this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

The table stood for a few days.  Then, for some reason known only to humans, she decided to vacuum again.  When Mom tried to move the coffee table again, the leg fell off and everything flew off of it, and crashed onto the rug.  I laughed so hard that I almost rolled out of the bed I was hiding under.   I’m glad she didn’t see me doing that.  Then, Mom found a unique way to support our table until she could find a new one.  This is what she did:

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know, this is pathetic.  Thankfully, Mom found another coffee table today so our house is back to normal again. I hope that killing the coffee table has cured her of her vacuuming habit forever.

That’s about it for now.  Mom is coming and I don’t want her to know that I posted pictures of the coffee table fiasco.  In my next post, I will update you on what’s going on with Mimi and her kittens.  I will also post about what’s going on in my neighborhood.  Until then, I hope all of you are doing great, and have your human/s under control!

What’s Really Going in this House on Thanksgiving!

Hello cats.  My Mom may have sounded nice in that Thanksgiving greeting that she just posted, but don’t let her fool you.  She’s mean!  Would you believe that she ignored me all day?  First, she got up at 6:00 A.M. and ran out of the house to meet some friends after giving me a scant ten minutes of play time.  Then, when she returned home, she was so busy doing laundry, dishes and taking out the garbage that she completely ignored me.  And now, she’s about to head out of the door again to go to something called a “Thanksgiving Dinner”.  I am not happy about this, cats!

So, she may find an unpleasant surprise or two when she comes home.  I can kick poop out of my litter box as well as any other cat. Then, I think I’ll shred those sweaters that she laid out to dry on the couch.  And then—

Oh no.  She’s heading toward the computer!  I’ve got to go so that she doesn’t know what I’m up to.  Bye for now, cats!

Later . . .

Well cats, I never got a chance to wreak havoc on this house because I fell asleep. I woke up when my Mom came home and said, “Gray-cie.  I have a surprise for you!”  I was excited about that.  I figured maybe she’d bought me a new cat cube, or brought home some salmon.  I was wrong.  This is what she gave me:

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you can see, I was not thrilled with her surprise. However, I’ve decided to postpone my revenge because at least she tried to do something nice for me.  So I will sign off for now, cats.  I hope that all of you had a great Thanksgiving and got everything you wanted today.  Type to you soon.

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

Hi everyone.  I just wanted to wish those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving a safe and happy holiday.  May God Bless all of you for taking the time to read this post, and that crazy cat’s Gracie’s posts too!  I’ve got to go, though.  It’s time for me to go to a Thanksgiving dinner.  If you wish, please pray that I can eat whatever I want today without gaining weight!

Thanks!

Da Mommacat

All Is Well With Mimi and Her Kittens :-)

Hi cats.  I am happy to tell you that all is well with Mimi and her kittens.  It took about five hours for her four kittens to be born.  Mimi was scared at first, but then, just like I told her, her instincts took over.  So, she was able to give birth to her kittens, chew open the sacs that all new kittens are born in, and lick her new babies until they were clean.  She even had the nerve to tell me to go away after her first kitten was born because, in her words, “I know what I’m doing and I don’t need your help, Grace!”

I stuck around anyway to make sure that things would be OK.  And, they are.  As I write this, Mimi and her kittens are safe and sound in their hiding place which is pictured here:

And, I am happy that I got to be a part of new kittens being born into this world.  I’ve got to go, though.  All of this birthing babies stuff has made me tired.  So, I am going to sleep before those brats kittens start mewing for milk again.  I’ll tell you about what’s been going on with me and that Mom of mine in my next post.  Until then, good night and may God Bless all of you.

Grace the Unappreciated Birth Coach

<A few seconds later . . .>

Guess Who’s Helping Mimi to Have Her Kittens?

Hi cats.  Guess who got stuck helping Mimi have her kittens?  Me, that’s who.  So, I haven’t been able to post because I’ve been busy getting Mimi ready for the Big Day when she will become a mother.  I’m even letting her use the storage space by my apartment as the place where she will have them.

I know—I said that there was no way that I was going to do that in my last post.  After I posted, though, Mimi came to my window and said, “Grace, if you don’t help me, no one will.  And, I’m scared that I’ll do something wrong and hurt my kittens!”

I sighed.  Then I told her, “Mimi, God made you so that you know how to have kittens.  So, there is no way that you can ‘do something wrong and hurt your kittens’!”

“Oh yes I can,” she yowled back.

I knew that she was wrong, but I saw that she was scared and wouldn’t listen to me.  So, after letting out a deep yowl, I said, “Oh, all right.  I’ll help you.  I’ll even be your birth coach!”

Mimi was so happy when I said that that she jumped up on my window and tried to kiss me.  I dodged her, and hissed, “Mimi, you don’t have to kiss me.  And, I am telling you that I may have to help you a little, but when the time comes, you will know what to do.”

So, my time has been filled with baby-sitting Mimi, and talking to my friends in the neighborhood.  Also, as always, I’m keeping that Mom of mine in line.  I’ll talk to you more about that in my next—”

“GRACE!  HELP!  IT’S TIME FOR ME TO HAVE MY BABIES!”

Oh no, not again.  Let me go check on her . . .

<A little bit later . . .>

Errr—I have to go cats.  It really is time to for Mimi to have her kittens!  Pray for me, cats.  It’s going to be a long day—”

“GRACE! Quit typing on that blog of yours and come help me to have my kittens!”

Great! I’ve got a drama cat that’s giving birth on my claws.  Cats, please pray that I don’t kill her until after her kittens are born.  Thanks!

Thank you, Veterans!

Hi world.  It’s me, the Mommacat.  I just wanted to thank all of the veterans from all nations who have fought for our freedom.  I hope and pray that God Blesses and Heals those of you who are wounded in body, mind or spirit.  And, as long as there are people who love freedom, those of you who made the ultimate sacrifice will never be forgotten.  May God Bless all of you—every one.

Da Mommacat 

And thank you to all of the cats and even . . . sigh . . . the dogs who have served their countries!
Grace

I Am Mad at the Cats in my Neighborhood!

Hi cats.  I am so mad that I could scream!  And, no, I’m not mad because that Mimi is driving me crazy.  I’m mad because all of the cats in the neighborhood held a Council of Cats without me.  That’s why Angelina and Simone were at my window—to tell me what the Council had decided to do about where Mimi will have her kittens, and who is going to help her.  Cats, would you believe that they decided that Mimi is going to have her babies in the storage space by my apartment? And, they decided that I am going to be Mimi’s birth coach since none of the cats at the Council has given birth.

Well, I’m here to tell you that this is not going to happen!  I am a cat, not a birth coach.  So, even though Angelina and Simone are taking turns standing by my window and glaring at me, I am not giving in. And, that is my final answer.  I have to go, though.  Just thinking about this is making me so angry that I need to claw up my carpet cube.  Bye for now, cats!