Operation Snowstorm

Hi cats. I can only type for a few minutes because as you can see, there is a lot of snow falling in our neighborhood.  So, I am in the middle of Operation Snowstorm. This is what’s going on:

This morning, Angelina appeared at my window. After telling me that we would have a major snowstorm today, she asked me: “Grace, did you really mean it when you said when you’d sneak cats into your home?”

“Errrr—yes. But, Angelina, I don’t want to get into trouble with my Mom! If they have fleas, and we get them, she will kill me,” I replied.

“So does that mean you are going back on your word?!” Angelina growled.

“Angelina, would you let a cat with fleas stay with you?” I asked.

Angelina glared at me. Then she said, “Well, you have a point. OK. Let’s go to Plan B. Are there any places where cats can hide in your building?”

When she asked me that, I remembered something that my Mom had told me about the laundry room she lives in goes to. She’d told me that it had a great big storage room full of our landlord’s things. So, I told Angelina about that. Angelina said, “I’ll be back, Grace. Maybe your apartment building has lots of storage places. I’m sending Simone the Stealth Cat to see if that’s true.  It was.  So, that is where my friends are going to hide during this snowstorm. They think it’s safe, since the humans who own the storage spaces don’t visit them very often. I hope that’s true. Also, I hope that they don’t get caught!

I can’t worry about that now, though. Angelina and Simone finally told me what my job is during Operation Snowstorm—to feed the cats that hide in the storage places in my building. I have already put out a lot of food for them. I did that by going into the grey tote my Mom doesn’t know I can get into, grabbing food, and shoving it under my door. The cats have already grabbed the food that I put out while Mom was gone. There were only three of them, so they should have plenty of foo—”

“Hey, Grace! We’re hungry. We want some food now!”

Oh no! There are four more cats hiding out by my apartment. That makes seven cats that I have to feed. Oh well, I can do this.  After all, I don’t want them to be hungry.  So, I have to go and bring them more food. Type to you later, cats!

Everyone’s Talking to Me Again!

Hi cats.  I am happy to report that my friends are talking to me again.  Here’s what happened:

After I wrote my last blog entry, I went to the window and yowled, “Hey everyone.  I have been selfish and I’m sorry!  I was wrong not to help you when all of you were freezing out there.” After I said that, there was a long silence.  So, I yowled, “Hey!  I am apologizing here. You’re supposed to forgive me!”

Again, there was no answer.  So, in desperation I yowled, “All right. I will sneak some of you into my house if it gets cold again!”

After I said that, a little voice said, “It’s about time you said that, Grace.  I almost froze to death and you didn’t care!”  I looked to see who was speaking to me.  It was Max, the homeless kitten that I’ve written about before.  He added, “I’ll be the first one to sneak in your house when it gets cold again!”

Well, I wasn’t too happy about that.  I could get into big trouble with my Mom for sneaking a kitten into our home—especially if he has fleas.  However, I was so happy that someone was speaking to me that I said, “OK, we’ll do that, Max.”  After I said that, one by one, the other cats turned around and looked at me.  Then they smiled and Herb said, “Well, I guess we’ll forgive you.  However, you’d better talk to Angelina separately.  She is not happy with you trying to claw her!”

I was so happy that almost everyone was speaking to me that I started to cry.  Then, I said, “OK, I’ll do that.”

So, my friends are talking to me again.  I’m not sure how I’ll get in touch with Angelina since she has been avoiding me.  Oh, well.  I’ll worry about her later.  Right now, I want to go talk to my friends and catch up on the latest gossip . . . errr . . . news about what’s been going on in the neighborhood!

“Hssst!  Grace!”

Oh.  There’s someone else at the window.  I’ll be right back!

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Well, the cat at the window was Angelina.  After I agreed to never lift a claw to her again, she said that she forgave me.   Then, she told me that all of the cats have created a plan called, “Operation Snowstorm.”  It is a plan to keep everyone safe and warm if the weather gets bad again.  However, she didn’t tell me what I’m supposed to do. So, I am a little worried about that.  Oh, well.  It has been pretty warm around here.  So, maybe I won’t have to do anything. Right now, I’m just glad that everyone is talking to me again.  I’ve got to go, though.  I see Herb, and I want to flirt talk to him! Type to you later, cats!

I Was Wrong

In my last post, I told you how angry I was with Angelina. I could not believe that she said that I’d forgotten where I’d come from!  Those are fighting words to me, and to any cat that once lived on the streets, or in a shelter.

So, I decided I’d make this the best blog in the world.   However, before I could post anything, I heard Mom talking to a friend on the phone.  She said that our blog has a zero page rank on Google.  This is really bad, since web pages can have a page rank of up to ten.  Even worse, Mom said that from what she can see, there is practically no one visiting our site except for bots and spammers.  I wanted to cry when I heard that.  I realized that I wasn’t going to get rich and famous anytime soon.  So, I decided that I’d pretend I hadn’t tried to claw Angelina and say, “Hi.” to my friends.  Well, that didn’t work.   Would you believe that all of those cats turned their backs on me?

As you can see, I was very upset:

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, I prayed, God, this isn’t fair.  I do remember where I came from!  Please make my friends like me again. Then, a word came to my mind:  Remember.  And, that’s what I did.  I remembered what life was like when I lived out on the streets.  The memories were so real that they felt like they were happening now. Here are a few of the things I remembered:

The Cold Day:  There was a day that I was so cold that I couldn’t even feel my paws.  And, all of the warm spots like the boxes in people’s yards, or air ducts were taken by other cats.  I finally saw an igloo that a child had made.  I climbed into it.  At least I had some shelter.

The Snowstorm:  One day, it was snowing so hard that I couldn’t see one foot in front of me.  I had never seen so much snow in my life!  I was terrified.  Then, I heard a cat that I’d gotten into a fight with say, “Hey, you!  Come huddle with us.”  I was scared that she was trying to trap me, but I went and huddled with her and the other cats anyway.  There was nothing else that I could do.  I knew that if I didn’t join them, I’d freeze to death.

Being Hungry:  I remembered how hungry I used to be.  I was lucky if I found food in a dumpster.  Sometimes I got sick from that food, but I had to eat it.  Otherwise I would have starved to death.

Well, you get the idea.  After I remembered, I prayed, OK, God.  I did forget.  Please stop these memories from coming to me.  And, He did.  However, I feel horrible now.  I don’t blame my friends for being mad at me.  While I was snoozing in my pet bed, they almost froze to death.  And, I did nothing to help them.  That was wrong.  So, I am going back to the window.  I really need to apologize to Angelina.  Then, I will tell my friends how sorry I am.  Last, I will let them know that I am willing to help them the next time the weather gets bad around here.  I’m not sure if they’ll forgive me, but I have to try.  In the meantime, please pray that my friends will accept my apology, cats!

I’m Not Talking to Anyone!

Hi, cats.  I’ve got to let you know what’s going on.  I would have posted sooner, but that Mom of mine was hogging the computer!

In my last post, I had to go because Angelina was at the window.  So, I went to talk to her.  Well, all I can say is after the conversation we had, I’m not speaking to her or to any of those other cats who live outside of my window.  Here is what happened:

After I got to the window, I said, “Hi Angelina.  I’m so happy to see you.  You won’t believe this.  Mom said she won’t get me any more toys.  That is so unfai—”

“Shut up, Grace.  I am sick of your whining!  While you are worrying about your toys, the cats you say are your friends are freezing to death,” Angelina interrupted.

I was so shocked that Angelina told me to “shut up” that I actually shut up.

Angelina then said mean things to me.  She told me that I didn’t care about what happened to my friends.  She said I was selfish.  And, she finished her speech by saying, “Grace, you didn’t even look out of your window to see how your friends were doing.  You just stayed curled up in that pet bed that your Mom bought. You could have at least snuck some food out to them.  You didn’t think of that, though, did you?  Grace, you have forgotten where you came from!”

After Angelina said that, I was so mad that I jumped at the window and clawed at her.  She ducked, and then stalked away.  As she did that, she yelled, “I hope you’re happy being alone in your pet bed, because none of us are speaking to you right now!”

I was and am furious.  How dare Angelina say I forgot where I came from?  That’s not true.  I know it can be cold and scary out there.  However, I like my new life so much that I don’t want to think about that.  And, I don’t think my Mom would be happy if she came home and found twenty cats that I was trying to rescue living here.  So, I’m going to continue to enjoy my new life.  And, I think I’ll work really hard on this website.  Then, I’ll become a rich and famous cat.  That will show them!

OK, cats.  Now it’s your turn.  Has anyone ever said mean things to you?  If so, what did you do about that?  Please let me know.  I’m looking forward to hearing from you because I’m lonely so that I can get some ideas on what to do about that Angelina.  Thanks!

Mom’s Cleaning Again!

Hi everyone. I’m sorry I fell asleep during my last post.  It was just that kind of day.

I would have posted sooner, but I’ve been trying to manage my Mom. She is cleaning again. While doing this, she is re-arranging the home that took me weeks to mess up organize. I don’t like that!  Even worse, she found my secret stash of toys under the microwave.  After finding them, she said, “Grace, I guess I don’t have to buy you any new toys for a while.  You have plenty of them now.”  I am not happy about that.

I don’t have a lot of news about my friends who live outside.  I haven’t seen them for a few days.  Oh, well.  I will see how they are doing later. Right now, I have to hide my toys again so that there’s a chance that Mom will buy me some new ones.

Oh!  Angelina’s at the window.  I am so glad to see her.  She always listens to me when I have problems.  And, she may have some ideas on how I can con persuade Mom into buying me some new toys.  So, I’m going to go for now.  Type to you later, cats!

Some Days Are Made for Sleeping!

Hi cats.  I’m happy to report that things are not as crazy here as they were yesterday.  Mom gave up on cleaning.  I am very happy about that!  And, I changed my mind about scratching her.  That gets me into trouble.  However, she is missing a gold ring and a bracelet. I’m not going to help her to find them since I hid them to punish her . . . OOPS . . . don’t have a clue about where they are.

It is a very cold day here (seven degrees!), so I am doing what I like to do best on cold days:

And yes, the bed you see in the picture is the pet bed that I said I didn’t like before. I found out it is a safe place to snuggle into—as long as Mom doesn’t hit me in the head with it!  I’ve got to go, though.  I’m falling asleep as I’m writing this.  So, good night and sweet dreams, cats.  I pray that all of you are warm and saf . . . Zzzz . . .

Things Are Getting Crazy Around Here—Again

Hello, cats.  First, I want to thank all of you for your prayers.  No one has seen the Mean Dog in our neighborhood.  So, I wanted to let you know that your prayers worked.

However, just as things in my secret life are getting back to normal, guess who’s getting crazy?  Mom.  Today, she took down that Christmas tree I told you about before.  While doing that, she said things like, “This tree has to go!” and “I will not rest until I complete this mission!”  Even worse, she kept throwing things around, and re-organizing the closet while she was packing up the tree.  So boxes, and laundry baskets, and all kinds of things flew in and out of that closet.  That led me to almost getting knocked in the head several times with the things that she was throwing around.  So, I took evasive action and hid under the bed.  I’m glad that I did that, because she took out the cat killer vacuum after that.

That woman is being nice to me now, but I’m still mad that she didn’t care if she hurt me while she put away that tree.  I mean what is more important, our house being organized or me?  I guess I know the answer to that now.  So, I’m going plot my revenge . . . errr . .  . play with her.  Maybe I’ll be able to “accidentally” scratch her!  Type to you later, cats!

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OOPS—I posted on the WordPress Blackout day.  I’m sorry everyone!

 

Problem Solved!

I am happy to report that our problem with that mean dog is solved.  Here is what happened:

Yesterday night, at about 3:00 A.M., human time, that dog started to chase Max.  So, I gave the secret signal to all of the cats in our neighborhood.  They rushed over.  In the meantime, Max had managed to climb up a tree.  It was a small tree, though.  So, I knew that dog would be able to shake him out of it.  And, that’s exactly what he started doing—shaking the tree.  Then he looked at my friends, bared his teeth and growled, “Who wants to be next?  You cats will never be able to win a fight with me.”

I wish I could say that my friends attacked him as planned.  Unfortunately, that’s not what happened.  When we saw his bared teeth, which looked to be about a foot long, all of us got scared.  I jumped out of my window.  And, my friends got so scared that they climbed a bigger tree.  Even worse, they started arguing.  They yowled things like, “You jump him!” and “No, you agreed to be first, remember?” at each other.  Two of them even started clawing each other instead of the dog.  And, while all of this was happening, the mean dog kept shaking the tree that Max had climbed.   I knew it was only a matter of time until he got hurt.  All I could do was pray, Jesus, please help us.

Then, things seemed to get worse.  We heard another dog coming.  He was the biggest dog that any of us had ever seen.  When he growled, the fur on my neck stood up.  After he was finished growling, he asked, “What’s going on here?”

“I’m about to hurt this cat.  Do you want to help?” the mean dog replied.

To our surprise, the other dog said, “No.  You’re a big bully.  If you want a fight, here I am!”

What happened next amazed us.  The mean dog jumped him.  However, the other dog shook him off like he was a flea.  Then, he took care of business. He was such a good fighter that it took only a minute for him to persuade the mean dog to go away.  After the mean dog was gone, the nice dog said, “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about him anymore.  If you’re ever in trouble, though, just yowl.  Then, I’ll be there to help you.”  Then he, well—he disappeared before we could thank him.

All of us were speechless for a minute.  Then, Trixie asked, “Have you ever heard of a dog defending a cat like he did?”  We had to admit that we hadn’t.  Then, Trixie and I looked at each other and both of us said at the same time, “Could he have been an angel?”  Everyone got quiet for a minute.  Then Max said, “All I know is that he saved my life.  That’s more than you cats did!”  We hung our heads, because he was right.  Then, the two cats that had gotten into a fight with each other fell out of the tree and onto Trixie.  That ended our discussion, since Trixie promptly defended herself.  And, I was tired from all of the drama, so I went back to bed after thanking Jesus for saving us.

Since The Fight as we call it, we haven’t seen that mean dog.  I have a funny feeling that we won’t see him again.  There was something special about that dog who rescued us.  Could he have been an angel?  I don’t know.  I’m just glad that our problem is solved. I guess that all dogs aren’t bad after all!

Mean Dog Update

I just wanted all of you to know what is happening with my friends and the mean dog. The good news is that he hasn’t been able to catch any of them—so far. The bad news is that he’s still chasing them. And, there is a new kitten outside, Max, that all of us are worried about. So, we are teaching Max what he needs to know about taking evasive action. I was so worried about him that I tried to get Mom to take him into our home. I did that by yowling at the window while looking at Mom, and pointing a claw at Max. All that did was make her say, “Grace, everything is OK outside. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” I thought, Oh yes there is. There is a kitten that might be killed out there! As usual, though, she didn’t listen to me. Humans can be so clueless!

So, I will continue to try to protect him no matter what Mom does. And—oh, here comes Angela. They must have had a Council of Cats. I’ll be right back!
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There’s a Mean Dog Loose in Our Neighborhood!

Trixie just told me that there is a mean dog loose in our neighborhood!  This dog hates cats.  So, he is constantly trying to hurt my friends.  Thankfully, they have good instincts and know how to avoid him.  However, I am afraid that he will hurt one of them when they’re not on guard. So, please pray for my friends.   

I’ve got to go, though.  I am going to my window to see what he’s up to.  I may be able to hiss at him and have him go after me instead of one of my friends.  I just hope he can’t jump through my window!

If any of you have any ideas about we should do about this situation, please post.  You may be saving one of my friends’ lives!