Busted

Well, Mom has been talking to me about how happy she is that I am willing to hang out in the living room with the kittens. I have been quite careful to growl at them, though, when they come near.





Then today, I got BUSTED. The game is up:

Think they will buy that I only like Nash and not Tigger and Staubie?

and then there was peace...

I awoke from a nap to find the house completely empty. I was happily the only cat home. I hoped they had all found good homes and that we could all go on with our lives.

Then a FLEET of sleepy kittens returned. They all looked like I do after my shots - sleepy - except for Tigger. My mom took special interest in him ans whisked him directly into the basement, where she stayed with him all night...

She told me the next day that Tigger was the only one to not receive his shots because he had been vomiting for a few days. Tigger had lost weight too. The vet took an x-ray but could not find anything and thought he might have a blocked intestine.

So, after the vet hydrated him under his skin (something I remember hurting quite a bit), they took him to the basement and had him fast for 8 hours, then fed him water and food a little at a time. Mom slept with him so he would not be scared.

But I was scared that she loves him more than me.

Anyway - the little guy is back to his normal hyper self again. He even tried to get my tail. I batted my paws in his direction and made scary noised. A fourteen year old cat does not PLAY.

Third Step from the Bottom

My final refuge has been invaded by the one they call "Tigger." Today, he got to the third step from the bottom leading to my basement apartment. I stared at him, but he just puffed out his measly little tail and sniffed in my direction. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I was in the middle of playing with my favorite mouse toy and he saw me...

Nash walked near, Mighty growled, Staubie flipped

Look who peeked around the corner at me yesterday? It's NASH! He has gotten quite good at exploring the house. He is so little that I can't hit him, so I just growl when he gets too close so that he learns some manners.

Unfortunately, this leads to Staubie getting pretty scared. She tries to heard him away, but you know what they say about herding cats...

Anyway, my Mom told me that this little explorer still has no home, but that she will bring photos to her pilates class in case someone there needs a new furry friend. He is quite sweet from what I can tell and has started following my Mom around the house (which is my role so I am a bit jealous.)

Invasion from the kitten room

That's right. The disturbing squeaks have grown legs and are beginning to venture out into our living room. They peer with their beady little eyes around the corner, then scamper back under the bed where they sleep. I could annihilate then with on swipe of my paw!

MUHAHAHAHAHA!

But I am allowing them to grow and learn just now. Besides, they are down on the floor and I am on the chair in the sun. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Little Nash here even got to go outside. He is a poor little orphan with no adult to take care of him. If he doesn't get adopted, I fear he will become another outdoor (but neutered) male cat wandering the hillside. He's so fluffy - I hope someone out there takes heart and adopts him. He comes with a free neutering coupon...

Getting to Know Grumpy Cat

So, I thought we had worked out a deal. Grumpy Cat can growl at me as much as she likes, while I pretend to snooze in high places. My human has made it so that I don't have to walk by the kitten room door to get to my food and I steer clear of that disturbing room.

THEN, last night, Staubie got a stick up her hind quarters about me getting a drink of water. I mean, we all have to stay hydrated, right? Especially since the weather has turned warm here.

Grumpy Cat went ape sh*** and kept me in a corner for a few minutes until my human picked her up and confined her to to kitten room.

I had to go down stairs - I'm getting bored down there. For the rest of the night, we got living room shifts.

This morning, however, it is back to our former arrangement of snoozing and growling. Has anyone else out there had to make friends with a mama cat? I don't even want to go near her kittens - kittens scare me. I just want to sleep in the sun, then go downstairs and sleep in my bowl, then go outside and snooze on the walkway...

See the scary kitten pile?

Oh Dear, She Introduced Me to One of the Little Terrors

That's right. I was taking a nap in my sheepskin bowl, happy as a clam - or cozy as a sleeping cat - when my human came bounding down the stairs. They don' let me up there when Grumpy Cat is out of the kitten room. Horror of horrors, she had a squirmy little squeaky kitten in her hands. I sniffed him and gave a hearty hiss or two so he doesn't get any strange ideas about jumping in bed with me and my humans when we sleep at night.


All in all, though, he's not a bad kid. He was the first to open his eyes and start wandering. He also was the first to start playing. I think he would make someone a fine companion. He really likes to roll around with Nash - the one that looks like Staubie.

Anyway, I am starting to get a bit more comfortable with this whole kitten thing - AS LONG AS THEY DON'T DISTURB MY NAP!!!

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.