Why Was I Locked in the Basement All Week?

The evil red box with wheels came out last weekend and my human began putting clothing in it. Tension ran high as I tried to figure out if she was going to take me on another car trip or just disregard our happy family and leave for awhile.

I took solace in the disappearance of my cat carrier. Last I saw it, Grumpy Cat and all her little kittens were inside. Maybe that means she left? I doubt it. But not seeing the carrier probably means I get to stay home and sleep in my bowl.

So, get this: Mom was gone Tuesday through Saturday and I had to stay downstairs the WHOLE TIME. I could hear the little brats upstairs squeaking for food - and one of them even got a name: Tarzan.

A name like Tarzan does not bode well for my tail when these little squirts begin to run around the house. Sigh. The life of an old cat is so challenging when your human insists on taken in boarders...

I hear that Tarzan will move to California in 6 weeks or so and she IS the runt like I was, so maybe we will get along when we finally meet.

The world as I see things

I'm old, tired and none too thrilled with my human this week.

I am Mighty - fourteen year old connoisseur of cantaloupe.

After 14 years of living mostly as a single cat, they brought a younger, cuter feline into our peaceful home. They call her Staubie - I call her Grumpy cat.

All she does is growl at me. We have only come to blows a few times, but this intruder to my peaceful home walks around grumbling all day long. Worse, the day after she arrived, she had a litter of kittens. I can hear them mewing in the other room from time to time. It is a disturbing noise.

Really, all I want to do is sleep in the sun and look out the window.