Normal Cats

We are pretty much back to normal here, after all the sadness about the shooting. There is nothing like Cat snuggles to help fix what is wrong, especially for Her. Almost as much as She loves us, She loves Her Mazie Grace. Mazie'sDad sent Her some more pictures of Mazie singing in a choir. That is a bunch of people singing together. Mazie sings like an angel. I have heard her myself. Also, a package came yesterday from Mazie's house. She knew what it was, because Mazie'sMom had asked Her if She had the kind of coffee pot that makes one cup at a time. Yesterday's package had a big bunch of little cups filled with different coffee, and even some tea. A note on the package said there would be another package coming, and She bets it's the coffee-making machine.  He and She cleared out a drawer to put the little cups of raw coffee in. It made Her very excited and pleased. It will take a while to use up all that coffee. Then He and She can buy more.  They still will use their regular coffee pot, too. It is a good thing that coffee is good for you. To tell you what I think, She would drink it even if it didn't help you with your brains. She is a coffee-drinking machine Herself.
Kate likes to play mouse with that little strip of plastic. I told you about it before. Well, today He tried playing it with Kate, and she scratched His hand before He could get the plastic thing hidden. He yelled really loud, and it scared Kate, and she ran off. It turned out OK, because Kate came back and played mouse with Her. She knows to keep Her hands away from Kate.  That's why She uses the plastic. I have to go and help Her fix dinner now. TTYL.

A Better Day Cats

Today has gone much better than yesterday. Of Course, She is still sad about that shooting that happened, but She has written some letters and signed some stuff about getting this country to make better rules about guns. She has a couple of problems with people who say it would not happen if more people have guns. She thinks that is really foolish. She also thinks it is silly when people say it is because their god made it happen. I'll tell you a little secret. When She gets kind of mad about those things, it helps Her to not cry and feel so sad.
So today She went to the bank and stopped for something to bring home to eat. They said if She ordered a certain thing, they would give Her free dessert. Of course, She said sure, and had a cute little thing made of two cookies with ice cream in between. She let me have a taste, and it was very nice. It is Her opinion that things that are free always taste better.  Then, to make Her feel even better, She got a bunch of mail from His and Her friends. They had pretty pictures and sweet messages. Everything helped Her to cheer up.
Right now, She is making something He really likes for dinner. He only eats certain rice, so She cooked a big bunch of it and mixed in meat and vegetables and some sauce that smelled very good.
She says She will never get over those little children being killed, but She wants Her life to go on. I think it is because I was able to give Her some serious snuggles. Bye, now.

Heartbroken Cats

This may not be a very long story today, because She is heartbroken about something that happened today, and She will need a lot of comforting. The thing is, She heard a report on the radio, and it said a guy with a gun went into a school full of little kids and began shooting them. He shot kids and teachers, and both of those kinds of people are very close to Her heart. She got my fur all wet crying about it, and for a while She was hoping that something would be done about people and guns. She told me that people who like guns say it is their right to have them, but She believes they don't need guns in this kind of times. She hopes that our President gets so angry about this shooting that he will make people pass laws about it. After all, he is a Dad. That would cheer Her up a little, but for now, the best thing is to snuggle Her best cat. I will do my job, because wet fur doesn't bother me if it is from Her. She doesn't want to talk about what is for dinner, and I'm not asking Her. I'll try to tell you tomorrow. Peace and love.

Understanding Cats

I know. I should be very angry with Her for turning off the computer before I wrote my story yesterday. It seems like all this holiday stuff is distracting Her or something. I was going to tell you about my sister Kasey, who had to go to the vet today because of her wet-the-bed problems. He is very patient with Kasey, but enough is enough. The vet said that it might be because she is upset over Kate, but then, it might be something wrong with her plumbing. I was very worried yesterday, so I might have been angry, but instead I decided to be an understanding cat and remind myself that She is very old, and She does give good snuggles and pets. I hope that She forgives me when I am very old, and give Her the occasional nip.
Yesterday She met with Her beloved Crones, and Smudge'sMom gave Her some tea to make. She loves stuff like that. Cleo'sMom and Cleo'sGirl got all of Her food for Her, and it was just right. It bums Her out when She can't do things for Herself. He and I just shake our heads and roll our eyes. Today was another nice lunch. It was with Her beloved Hana'sGran, and those two ladies have made  such a habit of going to the same place that they said they would put a sign on their table. H'sG and She laughed about that. They were extra clever today. Instead of a big meal, they ordered smaller things, called appetizers, and then they each had a giant dessert. They had fun, just like they always do. I was careful to write my story before She turned anything off today. I will be extra watchful tomorrow, too. Buh-bye.

No Thunb Cats

Maybe the reason that cats are born with claws is so they can hold on to things, because they don't have thumbs. Kasey and I belonged to people who took away our claws, then they didn't want us anymore. We would have been in such trouble if we had tried to live outside without any claws in front.  Instead we came to live with Him and Her forever. Now, our new sister, Kate, lives here, and she has claws. She is hard on the furniture, and He is especially sad to have her clawing all the time.  He bought Kate a special thing to scratch on, and she decided it is not as much fun as scratching on the chair and making Him yell. He and She would not take Kate to have her claws taken away, but if she were to scratch Kasey or me, Kate would be in some real trouble. I guess it is the same with people. They have some big differences, but they have to get along, so they decide to be careful if they aren't willing to be nice.
A while ago, He almost had to see what it was like to go without a thumb on his best hand.  Because of a combination of good luck and good doctors, His thumb was saved, and while it isn't perfect, it still works well enough so that He can do important stuff, like write and open bottles and use the can opener.  Today was his final appointment with that magical doc who saved most of His thumb.  It still has a little bend in it, and sometimes it feels funny, but the thing is, it works. It is amazing to Her, because She didn't see any way it would ever work again. It made Her wonder why people have to go looking for miracles when they are right here when we need them. It makes Her believe that someday, all three of us cats will be friends. Good luck with that. Chow.

Breakthrough Cats

I have told you before that Kate is very jealous of me, and that I try to avoid her at all costs. Sure, I get in here to write my stories while Kate sleeps in my sun spot, but today I made a very bold move.  Kate peeked into the bedroom, looking for Her, and I chased her little blue tail right down the hall and into the living room. I was magnificent. Yes.  I was. So while Kate found a safe place to go, I hurried up onto the little couch. That's the one where I have done my most serious considering. I got comfy up there and had a nice nap, and Kate was none the wiser. When She came in to eat Her lunch, Kate finally noticed me. I could have run, but I stood my ground. Kate got up on the couch and went nose-to-nose with me. I think She heard some growls, but She just waited. Kate got up close to me and sniffled my tail. After quite a few sniffs, she turned and jumped down.  When I felt like it, I got up on the empty bookcase shelf, He and She have always kept it empty for me. Kate tried a couple more hisses and a growl, but the little rascal knew she was defeated, and ran away. This is a bold step in my taking back the living room. I don't mind sharing, but I get lonely in my closet. She is really quite proud of me. She says She will have Auntie Heather take our pictures of Kate and me together. Then She will show us off to Her computer friends and family.  This was not a bad way to start the week. It looks as if She has a full schedule, but it will include seeing beloveds, so that will keep Her happy.  I will check the area and go back to the living room. When someone is proud of you, it gives you courage, you know. Farewell for now.

Laughing Cats

Every year, She gets Her presents bought and ready for the day they are for. For example, all Her Christmas gift have been bought, wrapped up and sent. The people in the news say that these parcels should be ready to send early, so the guys who deliver them have plenty of time. It must be a worry for Them if the packages are late. So He took the packages to the post office last week, and most of the people have gotten them already. She is glad they got there, but a little sad that the people didn't wait until Christmas, because now She thinks it will seem as if She didn't send anything. So Kate, Kasey and I are laughing until water comes out of our noses. It is so funny to see Her get anxious to send packages and then upset because they got there. She wonders why She sees us rolling on the floor.
Of course, some presents just get handed to the person, like at Cleo's house. They go there because it is His birthday, and Cleo'sPeople always have a party for Him. She knows those packages will be there on that day. He and She give presents to Smudge'sMom, too. They will have those when They go to Their favorite dinner. They will have presents for S'sM and for Smudge'sDad, who doesn't especially like to be called Smudge'sDad. It dooesn't matter, because he gets his birthday present then, as well. She used to have presents for Her beloved Hana'sGran, but those two ladies will just have lunch and no presents. Their time together is a present for both of these ladies.
So after a few more days, all of the fuss and bother of this holiday will be over. It doesn't really stop Her from looking in catalogs and filling up the gift closet, but that is what makes Her happy. And makes us laugh. snerk. Poodle tip. Get it?