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!

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!

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!

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!

Pretending to Be Sick Isn’t a Good Way to Get Attention After All!

Hi cats.  In my last post, I told you how I got lots of attention from my Mom by pretending to be sick.  Well, I found out that trick can backfire on you.  That’s what happened to me!

At first, as I posted before, I got lots of love and attention from my Mom by pretending to be sick.  So, when she did three loads of laundry while ignoring me, I puked . . . errr . . . coughed up a hairball all over our blanket.  I figured that would get her attention.  Well, it did, but not in the way I wanted.  Would you believe that woman yelled at me?  She shrieked, “Grace how could you?  I have been doing laundry for three hours.  Now, I’ll have to take the blanket to the Laundromat!”  Then, she gave me a dirty look and walked out of the door mumbling, “I can’t even have peace in my own home!”

I didn’t like that.  So, I coughed up another hairball which she stepped into as soon as she got home.  I thought that she’d feel sorry for me.  She didn’t.  After washing her sock off, she gave me a look that could have curdled milk.  Then, she said, “OK, Grace.  You’re not getting any better.  So, I guess I’m going to have to take you to the vet.”  I wanted to scream, but I didn’t.  Instead, I started running around the apartment, and jumping up on the refrigerator to show her that I’d made a complete recovery.

Thankfully, that worked, so I didn’t end up going to the vet.  However, I found out that pretending to be sick is not a good way to get attention.  So, I will stop doing that.  And, I’d suggest that you not try this trick to get your human/s attention.  It could cause you to end up at up at the vet’s office!  I’ve got to go, though.  Trixie’s at the window, and I want to see what’s been going on in the neighborhood. Type to you later, cats!