Names for Cats

Everyone knows my name is Coffee, but I wonder if you know why? When He and She brought us home from esspeeceeay my papers said my name was Hank. She said I don't look like a Hank, although She couldn't say what a Hank is supposed to look like. She considered very carefully and decided I looked like the color of coffee-the-drink with cream in it. She decided to name me after that stuff She loves as much as She loves me, so I became Coffee. My sister's papers said Casey, but She said that sounds like a boy''s name, so She changed it to Kasey. It didn't sound different, it just looks different. I could have told Her that Kasey wouldn't care. Our next-door cat was named Katie, but when she came to live with us, Katie sounded too much like Kasey, so She changed it to Kate. That worked very well, until Kate got tired of being an indoor cat and sneaked outside. He and She coaxed her but Kate wouldn't come in, so she was gone. I'm glad she left before the fleas came in here. She would have hated those fleas. Before we came here to live, They had a cat named Charlotte. That was her name when she came here to live, and She didn't change it. Charlotte used to belong to Her beloved Mazie, so it was OK to leave it. Poor Charlotte died from eating some bad cat food in a can, which is why they only give us dry kibbles. That is fine with us. Before Charlotte, He and She had dogs instead of cats. When the dogs were used up, She didn't want more dogs, because they are more work than cats. (ahem)Before the dogs there were two cats that they named after playing their favorite game. There was one named Finesse. She looked like a Siamese cat, but she wasn't. They said that was a clever finesse. When They went to get Finesse, They saw her scraggly sister. They were afraid no one would want this kitten, so He and She decided to take it along, to be sure it got plenty of love. Since this was one more than They needed, They named her Overtrick. The funny thing was, when Overtrick grew up, she was gorgeous. They love dogs and cats just the same, but She is too old to take a dog for a walk, and they would have to let it outside, and then clean up its poop. They decided on pets that use a litterbox, which is much simpler. He keeps it very clean. Even Kasey appreciates that. Well, that's all the pets They have had that I can remember hearing about. She is very particular about pet names. My name makes me feel quite loved. Toodles.

Strange Thing Cats

Ever since we have known Her, She has never been sick, especially when it was Crone's Lunch Day. Yesterday She felt a little pew, but thought She would feel better as the day went on. When It was time to get ready to go to lunch, She realized that Her head ached and Her tummy ached. She had to call Cleo'sMom and tell her She wasn't up to meeting her for lunch. I was astonished, I can tell you. I wonder if all this flea business has made Her feel bad. Anyway, She went back to bed and was sound asleep before you know it. this is the sad part. When I went to write my story, I found that She had turned the computer off. I am probably one of the smartest cats there is, but I don't know how to turn on the computer. Oh, sure, I have watched Her do it hundreds of times, but it never has sunk in. I always depend on Her. This time She let me down. Oh, well, it doesn't happen too often. I will let it go this time, because She was sick. She seems to be better today, but is taking it easy and able to eat a little something. She is so not used to feeling pew that She doesn't want to take any chances. If all the fuss about our flea problems made Her sick, I am so sorry. I only want to love Her, not cause Her any problems. You know how that is. I think I'll go get a snack now. G'day, Mates.

Gracious Cats

It turns out that She was right. Not one flea bit us all night long. It felt so nice that Kasey and I decided to forgive them for almost all the indignities that we suffered, and accept their pets and snuggles. We looked a little shaggy from that stuff the vet sprayed on us, but we did smell nice. Kasey went to Him before I forgave Her, but finally we both realized that we did not have a single itch, so we decided to be gracious and let Them be friends with us again. She gave me a nice brushing today, but when She tried to brush Kasey, She got told off in no uncertain terms. This comfort may not last, however. He has to give us a pill again two more times, and I won't like that. If we start to scratch, there is some more of the spray stuff they have to put on us. Sure, it feels good not to have the bites, but Kasey and I don't like sprays, and having the stuff rubbed into our fur. It makes us look like hoodlums, all spiky and damp. The other bad news is that we may have to have this guy come and treat the house. If we have to do that, we will have to go back into our boxes, because everyone has to be out of the house when the guy poisons the fleas. I will tell you something important. I really don't like those fleas. They have come sneaking in here and caused nothing but trouble, and I am glad they have to die. Usually we don't like killing things at our house, but that does not include fleas. If you know cats and dogs that go outside, make sure they don't get fleas. I am glad that She and I are friends again, because She is a great snuggler. Bye now.

Tortured Cats

Today I found out what it means to go to the vet. To begin with, I was minding my own business when He caught Kasey and put her in a carrying box. I thought it was a bad sign, so I went and hid. It wasn't easy, but They found me, but I was too slick for them. I trusted Her, but when She got hold of me, She tried to put me in a box, as well. I managed to escape by clawing Them with my back claws. I promise you, If I had front claws, it would have been Them going to the doc. I struggled to hide and avoid Their clutches, but both of Them were too much for me, and I got put in a box, like Kasey. Both of us cried a lot, but They didn't care. He took us and put us in His car, and She came along. She talked to us and sang to us, and I felt a little better. Then we got to the vet. They took us away and sprayed some nasty stuff all over us, then forced us to take a pill. The vet told them it would kill every flea for 24 hours. She said that meant until tomorrow. Actually, the fleas already started to die while we were still there. If the fleas get off of us, I may forgive Him and Her some time. The table at the vet was full of dead fleas when we were back in our boxes. Well, we are home now, and there are more hard times ahead, until all the fleas are gone. She told us that a guy was going to come and spray the whole house, and we would have to go somewhere while the guy was here. I hear Her coming, so I must go and hide. It hurts my feelings that She tortured Kasey and me. I don't want to be around Her. Or Him. I trusted them. I'll tell you more tomorrow.

Deal Cats

This story is about Her, because of something that happened that you will understand, dear readers. The thing is, He loves all kinds of flying things. One thing He has wanted has been a little helicopter, which is a flying machine with its propeller on top. This little machine, to Her and me, is a toy. This little toy costs $195. In our opinion, that is too much. If it were for one of Their cars, that would be different, but for just a little flying machine it is not something She would like to get for Him. Guess what. Today Her bargain place on the computer had that exact little machine for $24.99. Yes, it was the exact machine He had been wanting. Of course She had to get it at that bargain price. He has been wanting it for so long. It works by a little control thing, but the best part is that it can work with Him just telling it what to do. Just His voice can make the machine do tricks. You see? This is what makes Her really happy. She gets something for Him, it is even better than what he wanted, and it is a gazillion percent discount. She is really happy today. I am waiting to see if I am happy, though. Their dinner tonight will be left-overs. I have to check this dinner carefully, to see if it something that I liked when it was new. Kasey and I are going to the vet tomorrow, so I hope I am happy tonight. TTYL

Dry Cats

The weather here has been so very hot that the fleas actually come into the house to keep cool. The weather telling guy on TV said that it would rain today, and the weather should get a tiny bit cooler. So far, it has not rained at our house. The sun is shining and there is no thunder, so I'm not spending time in the closet. Some people have said it is raining where they are. Kasey and I don't know exactly how that happens. There have been pictures to help us understand, but I just don't get it. I guess the city where we live is so big that it can rain on part of it and use up the rain before it gets to our house.There are people who say that the world is getting hotter, and that we should help keep it nice by being more careful of the air. I don't know about you, but Kasey and I are very careful. What She tells us is that the extra warming is caused by cars and smoke and machines. I have even heard that there are lots of people working on the problem. In fact, Smudge'sMom has a car that only uses half as much burning gasoline as Her car does. She would love to have a car like that. Maybe someday, when He has sold some of His projects, She could get one, if it is on sale. The thing is, She hardly uses Her car at all. I think that She will stop driving altogether when Rocky'sMom moves away. Or maybe She will just stay home with me and give me some extra pets. There is still plenty of time to decide.. I could not believe my eyes a little while ago. I saw Him taking the tails off of some fat, pink shrimp, which makes me pretty sure there will be a nice dinner of shrimp and vegetables with that nice sauce She gets. Even though I am still itchy, that would make me feel better. Ah-dyoo.

Heavenly Cats

He and She have some definite feelings about why people are supposed to behave in a kind way. The group that thinks like They do says you should care about other people. You should take your responsibility to care for the world. They think you should listen to what other people have to say and then make up your mind. They say you should study what other groups think, so you can understand them. What they do NOT believe is that you should be good so that you can go to this place called heaven when you die. There is also a place called hell that these other groups have, and it's where you go if you have not been nice and kind. Kasey and I talked this over, and we believe that there is no place called hell, and we think you can enjoy heaven right here while you are alive. To have enough to eat and plenty of water is heaven. To have soft places to lie and someone to give you pets is heaven. We like that there is someone to help with your fleas, and play with you and let you write stories if you want. We also think that while you are doing these things, you put them into the memory of other cats and people. Naturally, you want these memories to be about nice things, and not about biting and scratching and being a pest. That way, when you die, you are still alive in the memories of your cousins and people. He and She would like that, so Kasey and I try to give them nice memories. Do you know what? Kasey actually got on Her lap today, so that She will never forget her. It is an extra piece of heaven when She fixes meat for dinner and lets me lick the juice off Her plate. Nighty-night.