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?