Generous Cats

Every so often, some people call Her up and ask if She will give some things to poor people or soldiers or people who don't have jobs. At first She thinks, I don't have anything anyone would want. Then She remembers some things that She doesn't use any more. She tells me She has more clothes that She will ever wear, and someone could probably use some. Then there are things that have sat around for a long time, so long that He and She don't even see them anymore. One thing like that is the scratch lounge that Kate used to use to sharpen her little claws, and then have a nap in. It went into the big bag of stuff for the poor people. Even if they don't have cats, they can sell it in their store and use the money for some good use. Kasey and I used to sneak in that scratch box after Kate left, but we are generous cats, so we let it go. Another thing to think about giving away is something that has been in a drawer, and no one has used it for so long, He and She forgot it was there. Some of those things went into the bag. Then there are things that She loves because one of Her beloveds gave them to Her. She has loved them and treasured them, but now they need to find a good home. She hasn't checked the gift closet yet, but I bet there are some things for the bag in there, too. Maybe She bought a real bargain, but the kids are too old for it now. Some poor person's kid would like it. If She doesn't get rid of a lot of this stuff, this house will fill up and we will have to make paths to get around,. I saw a house like that on TV once and it made me wonder where a cat is supposed to sleep in all that mess. I help Her find stuff to put in the bag, so that our house doesn't get like that. Of course, Kasey doesn't care. Did I just see Him take the tails off some shrimp? Mmmm good idea for dinner. Cheery-bye.

Computer Cats

If our grandma-cats could see us now, they would be so surprised about how we can use a computer to tell stories and visit with each other. And surely they would think we are so smart and clever. Her grandmother never heard of a computer, and Her mother never got the hang of it. She didn't see a computer until She was all grown up, and then it was very hard to operate. You had to now all kinds of codes, and you used cards with holes punched in them. Computer guys had not figured how to make it small and easy. She told me the first computer workings She saw took up a whole room. Now they make computers so small that you can put them in your pocket. The one I use is still as big as a few loaves of bread. It is a good thing computers have become smaller and easier to use, because the computer is how She connects to the outside world. Every day She gets on the computer and talks to Her friends. If She didn't have Her computer friends she would be really stuck in the house with nothing to do. Although She is better at having nothing to do than He is, She likes knowing what Her friends and family are doing. She can computer-talk to Her OperaGirl and Her OzGirl, and all Her Eddie-people around the world. She would not be able to call them on the telephone. This way, She can see what everyone is doing every day. Cleo'sDad is working on election stuff, and Smudge'sMom is finishing the book she is writing, Her NatteringGirl is getting ready to move to another country - all these events happen and She is right there. Even when Kate'soldMom gets a new boyfriend, She can know about it. Of course, people don't write to me very much, but when I thought they didn't care, She told me they talked to Her. Since I have plenty to share, I'll keep writing. She is having something Her frozen people sent Her for our dinner. I don't know what it is. She says corned beef, but I don't see any corn.He is very glad about it. She is fixing some cabbage to go with it. If you know what this is, you'll have to wait and see if I like it, too. So far, I'm not too excited. Well, have a good evening.

Well-fed Cats

He and She often talk about how She used to love to cook. She was a creative person who liked to make up recipes. She rarely made a dish the same way twice, and She could make all kinds of stuff without recipes. Someone once told Her that She would get tired of it someday, but She did not agree with that. Well, guess what. She doesn't like to cook any more. She doesn't like to shop for cooking stuff, or use fancy cooking pans or bowls. If She tries to make something that takes a while, Her legs get tired and She has to rest pretty often. If He and She were rich people, They would hire someone to cook for them, but They are nowhere rich enough to do that. Here is what She has discovered that will work. She buys food already fixed. He says doesn't that cost a lot of money? She says it doesn't cost much more than going to the store and getting stuff to start from scratch. I think you know that He makes His salads for the week, and sometimes His breakfasts, as well. What She does is checks what they have at two different places. About one time each month, She finds sales and bargains, Her favorites are when they don't make Her pay for sending it, because that part costs a lot of money. They send things that She can fix in the oven or things that can just thaw out and eat. She would rather use the oven than the microwave. Another thing is that She can't have people come over to eat, because the frozen things are measured out. That's OK, because lots of people don't like having Kasey and me on the table, and we aren't likely to change that. She still likes to check for good deals, and She pretends that Her own personal cook fixed the food for Her and Him. Instead of feeling poor and lame, She gets to feel rich and waited on. Oh, sure, She feels sad sometimes, but mainly She just says aren't we lucky. Don't worry, She still keeps a special amount tucked away so that She can have lunch with Her good friends. One more way that She and I are alike is that we like our food and our friends. Tonight we are having a little of both, because She and Rocky'sMom got lunch, and as usual, She brought some home. R'sM got dinners to take home for Him and for her boy, so it is just warming up. It smells very good, so I will look forward to sharing. Bye bye.

Allergic Cats

I bet you knew that there is such a thing as allergic. It means there is something that does not fit in with your system, and if you get into it, it makes you sick or worse. People can die from allergic. In fact there are actually people who can't have cats because they are allergic to their loose skin, or even their hair. I did not realize there was such a thing until I watched the weather guy the other evening. The weather guy said that the weather was causing certain things to grow and those things were making people sick. He said there was grass. There were certain trees. There were some plants with powdery stuff on them. So today She made me very puzzled, because She had a headache again, and She said it was probably from something allergic. Here is my question. If She never goes outside, how could those plants and seeds and stuff get into her. She never goes outside. It can't be because She is allergic to me, because I am here every single day, and She only get that headache every few weeks. Perhaps She is allergic to Kasey, now that she is coming into the room where we are very often. It doesn't really matter, because He would never give Kasey away, even if She were allergic. He would just buy Her some more of those red pills that fix a headache. Well, when I finish writing my story, I believe I will go and give Her a few snuggles, and maybe a massage, because I am the happiest when He and She and Kasey and I all feel good. I hope She feels well enough to fix dinner, because what She told me we were fixing sounds really tasty. I'll let you know. Toodle Pip.

What Happened? Cats

I have no idea what happened to yesterday's story. I know you were disappointed when it didn't appear. I am sure I wrote about our nice day, but when I looked, it wasn't there. To tell you the truth, I was with Her every minute. Maybe that's what went wrong. I felt a little bit pew, and when She went to watch Her questions show, I went with Her. I guess I should have stayed here, like I am now, but it was so comfy and cozy having all those snuggles. I just know you will understand. Besides, yesterday I would have had to tell you that there is quite a bit of worry over the money He needs to finish getting His flags on sale. She really hates thinking about all that money, and it has made her kind of edgy. I told Her it would be good for Him to be out of money for awhile, so He can see how important it is to be careful with it. No one wants to hear stories about that, so you really didn't miss anything. Things are better today, because She finally got to see the TV show that has Eddie in it, playing a bad guy. I hate to say this about Her, but She likes to see Eddie in anything, even playing a crazy killing guy. It just goes to show, if She loves you, you can't really do anything wrong. Personally, I don't care for crazy killing guys, because they like to harm cats. No nice person would hurt a cat on purpose. He and She agree with me on that. Well, I think I will go and get a few more snuggles. I want to be in tip-top condition for dinner, because She is fixing fish. I'll e back tomorrow. Don't worry. Peace and love.

Hungry Cats

Did you know that being hungry doesn't always mean that you want something to eat? You can be hungry for other things. Let me explain. This morning I felt hungry and tried to wake Her up a little early. I had to give Her two massages, but finally She rose and shone. She looked in my dish, because She wondered if I was insisting because I was out of kibbles. No, there were plenty of kibbles in my dish. We had our butter, and I got up on the table and gave Her some extra snuggles while She read the paper. When She was ready to visit with Her computer friends, I got up on Her desk and asked for pets. She gave me a lovely brushing, but I still didn't jump down. I stepped on Her keyboard and made everything capital letters. I could see that She was getting impatient, so I hopped down. In a few more minutes, I jumped up again, and She finally caught on. She let me lie on Her desk and She snuggled me so I could fall asleep. I think She played a game with Her free hand while I slept on the other one. After awhile, I woke up and finally felt full. You see, I was hungry for snuggles and pets. The brushing was nice, but it wasn't enough. I wonder if people ever get hungry for things that are not things to eat. I think the best thing in the world is to have somebody who will feed your feelings as well as your tummy. I believe that is why He and She and Kasey and I are all lucky to have each other. I think it is why She loves Her friends. They seem to know what She needs, just like She does for me. I am perfectly fine now, and I know where I can get snuggles when I am hungry for them. Cheerio, Mates.

Well-Dressed Cats

I don't mean to brag, but I am a stunningly beautiful cat. There are people who look at me and say I am an orange tabby. No, my cousin Lucky is an orange tabby, and I look nothing like him. You can guess what She thought of when She first brought me home from the esspeeceeay. She told Him I looked the color of coffee with cream in it. That's where I got my name. I have a lot of that coffee-and-cream colored fur, so it is important that I get it brushed every day. Even then, I leave a lot of hair on the chairs and sofa. She says it is OK, because that's why it is called fur-niture. I love my brushings, except for when She finds a tangle, and then it pulls. A quick bite on Her hand gets that taken care of promptly. Sometimes She just holds the brush and I rub my face and chin on it. It doesn't make hair come off, but it feels very good and it doesn't even hurt, even though the brush has wire pointy bristles. After my brushing I get a nice nap in a handsome-cat pose. My sister, Kasey does not like brushing. Kasey has not been brushed since I ever first saw her, and she still looks like a lovely cat. She has light gray and dark gray stripes with little spots of orange peeking out here and there, and that one cream-colored paw. If you ask me, Kasey is very pretty. She is only half as big as me, though we are the same age. Being little makes Kasey look delicate, but don't be fooled. She is a tough old cat who does not take any nonsense from anybody. Today, She went to pet Kasey after She gave her some treats and Kasey just turned around and walked away. You would never believe we are brother and sister We could not be more different. For example, I am excited because She says we are having pizza for our dinner. I am tickled pink, but Kasey doesn't care. Toodles.