My New Secret Friends In the Neighborhood

Hi cats.  I’ve created this post so that if you are new to my blog, you will know who I am talking about in my next post about what’s been going on in our neigborhood. My new friends are:

Bruno:  Bruno is a twelve-year-old black and white male cat.  He’s the one who beat up Clawzilla.  He is still out on the streets because when his human Mom died, no one took him in.  So, as he puts it, he is now living an adventurous life. Bruno is the Begging King, so he is still teaching the kittens how to beg for food when they don’t feel like catching their own dinner.  He has become like a Cat Dad to me.  And, all of us feel safer with him around since he can do the cat version of karate.

Clawzilla:  Clawzilla is not a friend of mine.  However, I’m including that miserable cat in this listing in case you are new to my blog and don’t know who I’m talking about.  Clawzilla was the cat who terrorized our neighborhood by hurting my friends, and bullying kittens.  She is gone, thanks to Bruno beating her up.  I really hope that we never see her again!

Fraidycat/Sheba:   Fraidycat is over three months old now. She is a pretty black kitten with big green eyes like mine. Fraidycat/Sheba asked us to call her “Sheba” after she stood up to Clawzilla.  We do, even though we know that without Bruno’s help, she’d have been killed for doing that. Sheba still has a sweet personality—that is she has a sweet personality when she’s not trying to act like the “Queen of Sheba.”  When she does that, we all ignore her.  I sure hope she doesn’t become a mean cat like Clawzilla!

Max the Kitten:  Max is the kitten who wanted to stay with me during Operation Snowstorm.  He is an orange tabby with bright blue eyes.  He’s much bigger than he was when I posted about him in my “Mean Dog” and “Operation Snowstorm” posts. In fact, he is currently in heat.  So, he is chasing all of the female kittens and cats in our neighborhood.   He even tried to sweet-talk me once! I don’t think he’ll do that again, since I let him know that I was not interested in him.  There are lots of girl cats who like him though.  I have a feeling that he’ll turn out like Herb when he grows up.

Hazel:  Hazel is five-year-old brown and white tabby female cat.  Hazel is the cat who tried to protect the kittens from that mean Clawzilla and got beat up while doing that.  I like her because she is brave, and is fun to talk to.  Hazel also longs for a home of her own.  However, she is afraid that no human/s will want her because she’s “too old.”  I hope that isn’t true.  Hazel is a good cat who deserves a home of her own.

Simone the Stealth Cat:  Simone is the mysterious gray cat that I’ve posted about before.  I’m not sure that I can call her my friend, since I know nothing about her!  I don’t even know if she has a home, or is another alley cat.  However, she always shows up when we have a bad situation on our hands.  So, I am happy that she is part of our neighborhood.  We need her!

There are other new cats in my neighborhood, but these are the cats I talk to the most.  I hope this post helps you to get a good idea of what my new friends are like.  Next, I’m going to tell you the latest gossip news about them in a separate post that I’m putting up right now.  I’ll be right back!


The Secret World Outside Of My Window

I am about to break every rule that cats have about not telling anyone about what is going on in their minds.  I will do that because, after all, this is a cat blog.  Also, I know that 99.9% of the humans who snoop . . .errr . . . visit here won’t think I’m real anyway. And those that do won’t admit to it because they know that their family, friends, etc., will think they’re nuts.  So,what do I have to lose? Nothing, that’s what.  It’s time to talk about the secret world outside of my window.  Mom can’t see it because she’s human, and cats and humans see things differently.  Let me show you what I mean.

Here is what Mom sees and thinks when she looks outside of the window:

There’s the same old tree.  Bo-ring.  And, it looks like all of the good parking spots are taken.  Dang!  Oh wait . . . I think I see one.  Maybe I should move the car! No, I don’t think I’ll do that.  That means I’d have to walk to where the car is now. And, I’ll have to parallel park.  No, I think I’ll keep my current spot. And that’s about it for her.

This is what I see and think when I look out of the window:

There’s the tree where all of the birds live.  I wish I could get out of this window and get at them. They’d be a great alternative to Purina!  Oh—and there are the squirrels.  Mmmmm!  I know they’d taste good.  Oh no! There’s that bad cat who’s about to talk trash to me again.  I’d like her to do that when there isn’t a pane of glass between us.  Excuse me for a minute: “YOWLHSSST!”  Oh good, I scared her away!  Oh, there’s Herb.  He’s nice cat, and good-looking too. Give me just a moment to talk to him so he doesn’t run away: “Hi Herb! Can you wait for a minute while I finish my blog entry?  Thanks!”

Well, you get the idea. We see things quite differently.  That’s good, because it allows me to have a secret life with the cats that she doesn’t know about.  I will be typing more about this in future posts. In the meantime, why don’t you tell me about the secret world outside of your window.  I’ll look forward to hearing from you.  In the meantime, I’m going to talk to that Herb!