Help! My Mom Is a Computer Addict

Hi cats.  Would you believe it took a whole day for me to get access to this computer?  I have finally realized that my Mom is a computer addict.  I would have figured this out before, but I have been upset about what that Clawzilla is doing.

I figured this out when I thought about Mom’s behavior during the seven days that our computer was gone.  I’ve already told you about some of it but here are some more of the things she did during that time:

  • She mumbled web addresses in her sleep
  • She went to the library twice because she had to get on the Internet
  • She only got 3 and a half hours of sleep on Sunday night, which was the night before she thought our computer was coming back.  Then, she was crabby all day
  • She wanted to call off work on Monday (March 26, 2012) so she wouldn’t miss the computer delivery.  Thankfully, her friends talked her out of that idea
  • On the day that our computer actually came back (Tuesday), she called the FedEx information line at least twice.  And, she gave both her home and cell numbers to FedEx so that the driver could call her.  So, at this point in time, the FedEx person has more information about my Mom than most of her friends have
  • She asked me if she should put up some confetti and balloons to welcome the computer back.  My thoughts about this are best left unsaid
  • She was ready to take a long drive to where our computer was being repaired to help the technicians fix it
  • Worst of all, since our computer is back, she has been on it for hours, while ignoring me

I am furious about that because I was the nicest cat in the world when our computer was gone.  I comforted Mom. I snuggled with her.  I gave her kisses. I even endured her wanting to play with me constantly.  And, I worried about her because of her computer obsession.  So, I am planning ways to get her attention.  I think I’ll do something really dramatic—like throwing up on the bed.  Or, maybe I’ll hide and she’ll think that I ran away.

Now it’s your turn, cats.  First, do you think my Mom is a computer addict?  If you do, please tell me what I should do about that.  Second, I’d really appreciate any advice that you have about getting rid of that mean Clawzilla cat that I’ve talked about in my previous posts.  Third, if you wish, please pray for my Mom. She needs it!



Humans Are Dumping Their Pets at Animal Shelters

Hi cats.  I usually don’t type about human affairs, but this one involves us.  People are dumping their pets at animal shelters!  If you don’t believe me, click on the link below:* 

I almost jumped the computer monitor when Mom showed me this story.   I couldn’t believe that people could be so cruel. As you can see, though, they are.  And that makes me very angry!





So, cats of the world, we need to unite.  First, we need to be very careful about choosing the humans we live with.  Second, if they try to “dump” us somewhere, we need to claw them in the face let them know how upset we are. Third, we cats who blog need to let everyone know how we feel about this issue.  I feel furious, and I’ll bet most of the other cats who blog feel the same way.   Last, the laws that govern how humans treat us need to be changed. I think they should be sentenced to years in jail. Then they’d see what life in a cage is like!

Now it’s your turn, cats.  What do you think should happen to humans who dump their pets at a shelter that is already overcrowded—knowing that those pets might be killed? Please post and let me know.  I’m looking forward to hearing from you!

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Help! We’re Having Computer Problems

Hi cats.  I’m typing this to let you know that I may not post for a few days because Mom and I are having computer problems.  This started when Mom had trouble getting the computer to boot up.  That led to her making a phone call to the people who made our computer.  The person on the phone worked on our computer for an hour.  However, all that they did was make it worse.  So, Mom has to call them again.  I hope that she gets someone who knows what they are doing this time.  Then, I’ll be able to write my blog, and Mom will be able to work on the computer when I’m not using it.

In the meantime, please pray for me cats.  I am dealing with a Mom who is a crazed maniac! She is so obsessed with how the computer is doing that when she got home tonight, she asked the computer how it was doing before even looking at me. That is unfair.  I should be more important to her than a miserable machine that seems bent on self-destruction!  If she keeps this up, she may find some mysterious claw marks on her when she wakes up tomorrow.  Or, I’ll throw up on her shoes!

I’ve got to go, though.  She’s looking at me and I don’t want her to see what I just typed.  Type to you later, cats (I hope!)

The Evil Vacuum Cleaner

Hi cats, especially Vladimer. I am about to post about the evil—








vacuum cleaner.  Underneath the garbage bags its camouflage lurks a monster. I am sure that it has hurt or killed many a cat or unwary kitten.  So, I am working hard at destroying it—forever.  So far, though, I’ve only managed to disable it.  I will post more later about my battle against this miserable thing. Until then, if any of you know how to kill it, please post.  Thanks!

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!

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!


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


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!

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!