Purrrrrr! There is a disturbance
in the Force. I just woke up and I can feel a new cat presence in
the house. It is a strong presence – a male presence. He is not
happy at the moment and is really scared. Let me see what I can
Mom and Dad are gone right now so there is no interference from their energy. I am Lena and I am on
a mission to remove this disturbance in the force. I follow my
whiskers into the small room with the sink.
There he is. I can hear
him mewing under the cabinet and he is not a happy kitten. Meow,
meow I say (translated, that means “Hi, little guy”) and that gets
I have never had babies. I always wanted some, but mom and dad had me fixed so I could not have
kittens. That is alright because I do have a good life with lots of
cat friends here in the house. But, this little guy is so CUTE and
needy. Maybe I can be a mom to him and help him adjust to his new
life in the family. What have I got to lose?
I walk over and lay down next to him and start talking softly to him to calm him down. After awhile,
he comes out and snuggles down next to me with his tiny purr motor
going. He is gorgeous - gray and white with long fluffy fur. He has
a few scratches on his nose but those will heal with some help from
me. We just snuggle like that for awhile and before you know it, we
are true friends. He smells so good and I give him his secret mom
name and I tell him my secret name that my mom gave me.. He really
likes his new name and we are now related. No, I cannot tell you
what these names are. The names are how we recognize each other for
the rest of our lives.
Mom and dad come in and he gets upset again. I tell him to chill out. They are good humans and will
make his life very good. Just trust them and you will be all right.
Let them touch you and love on you and things will be good. So, he
takes my word and lets dad pick him up and kiss him. Personally, I
have never liked to be kissed, but mom and dad seem to get a kick
out of it and I like to make them happy. A little kissing never
They head into the kitchen to get some chow for the little guy. I follow along keeping an eye on
my baby. Dad puts him down and slides some really good Fancy Feast
in front of him. He was really hungry and starts emptying that small
bowl with mucho gusto. I am laying nearby, and then it happens. He
looks up at me, says thank you and uses my mom name. What a moment.
I just roll over on my back and purr. I have a son.
While he is scarfing more food down, Dad says we need to name him. Mom and Dad toss about a few
names, and then the name Albert pops up. That is perfect. They
agree, and my new son’s human name is Albert. Big Al, Al – fits him
perfectly. He is going to be a big wild eyed male cat. I have plans
for that boy!
Over the following months, Al did grow and become a very large, gentle cat. I worked with him
trying to make him a mellow, loving cat. We spent a lot of time
together and my earth kitty tendencies did shape Al into a special
kitty. Of course, I may be biased, but I think he is the best cat in
the house, and maybe even the world. I got to be a mom, he got to be
a son, and I can’t complain about that. Life is good at the house. Here is my favorite picture that
dad took of us together. I love that boy.
He does not have a mean bone in his large furry body and I feel proud that I had the chance to be a
mom to a great kitty. Thanks, cat gods.
This is dad speaking. Lena was a really special kitty
and she loved her son Albert.
Albert Goes Outside
What the heck is going on? The big one is picking me up. This is not good. Usually this means a
trip to the vet or medicine. I am not a happy kitty. What can I do?
Nothing because he can corner me and pick me up. So, I let him get
me. This will end with blood.
Nope – we are heading out the back door. He knows I don’t like to be picked up and held yet, here
he is doing just that. I am getting fidgety and he will not let me
down. Hmm, we are walking around outside and he is talking to me in
a his soothing voice. I am getting distracted with all the new
sounds and smells. He knows what he is doing.
We walk around the rock wall in the backyard and he lets me smell the trees and bushes as long as
I want to. Many, many new smells to process. After about ten minutes
we head back inside. What the poop was that? I kinda liked it.
Next day and we do the same thing but only a little longer and he lets me touch the trees and
sink my claws into the tree. Ooh, that feels so good. I am beginning
to enjoy this “exploring bit” and I relax a little and start to
observe what is going on. Maybe he knows what he is doing! This
could get to be fun after awhile.
To make a long story short, we do the same thing for the next several days with me getting more
and more mellow with this “carrying thing”. I am even starting to
look forward to the big one getting home each day so I can go
I have processed many of the smells and I have put them in
my smell bank for future reference. This is turning out to be a fun
thing. How can this be a bad thing?
Wrong again! He came home today, picked me up and we went outside as usual. Then things went
to upchucking status. WE WENT OUT THE DOOR AND HE PUT ME DOWN!!! What the
hiss? I looked around, felt the strange texture on the bottom of my
feet and thought “this is not good. I need to get back into the
house”. This sucks.
The big one would not open the door. I stood
there and whined, but to no avail. I was on the back porch and
nothing between me and my feet but cold, hard stuff. I feel a hair
ball coming on.
The big one finally started talking to me in his soothing voice. Telling me everything would be
OK and I needed to explore the “back porch”, whatever that was. I
looked around and there seemed to be no immediate dangers, I took a
couple of deep breaths, put my nose up in the air and sucked in the
new smells. Hey, these were not new smells. These were the same
smells as when the big one held me and we walked around. Time to
suck it up and explore the back porch. Besides, there was George
cleaning himself and he was not uptight, so I became not uptight.
I moseyed out to the edge of the porch but there were lots of dangerous looking “things” out
there I was not ready to investigate yet. So I started sniffing
every thing on the porch to put into my smell bag. I tell you, that
kept me busy for awhile and I even started mellowing as I sniffed
and learned. The big one stayed within site so that helped a lot. I
trust him, so it made my investigations much easier and I felt
pretty darn safe with that big guy guarding me.
After awhile, I realized this was a good place. Wow! If the back porch was a good place, then just
think what all that other stuff off the porch would be. I was
thinking who needed a litter box when all this new stuff could be
pooped on and peed on. This was a revelation to me. George was
right. “Indoors suck!”. Us big boys belong outside in the great
outdoors and I was ready to explore and see what this new life
brings to me. Of course, as George reminded me, “Only during the
daytime. Nighttime is not good.” I was ready for the daytime but I
was not sure what “Nighttime was”. I would find out more about what
bad things are in “Nighttime" later from Lucy.
Dirty litter box, that George loves to play. I saw him run up one of the trees (he told me what a
tree was) and it looked like a lot of fun. I got so carried away I
jumped off the porch and tried it. It was not as easy as George made
it look. It took me a couple of tries, but I finally made it up to
the first limb. What a rush! I had no idea I was so strong and
agile. The view was good and I could see the whole backyard. Holy
cats! I was off the porch!
When I came down, George was waiting for me and we romped and chased each other all over the
yard. I did not have to “skulk” anymore. I could run wide open and
the speed was great – though at first I had trouble stopping in
time. I ran into the tree trunks a couple of times before I learned
about braking distance. These trees beat the fuzz out of a wimpy
scratching post. What a great day!!
I was getting a little worn out by now and I decided to go in and get some kibble. Wouldn't you
know, the big one was right there to let me in. How does he do it? I
was peckish and there in my bowl was some excellent chow which I
made disappear quickly. I wanted to tell Abby about my day, but I
saw my favorite napping spot and it was calling to me. How could I
resist after a perfect cat day?
The rest is history. After a few more days, I felt pretty darn feline out in the back yard. The
big one made sure I did not stray too far. He limited my range to
the rocks around the back yard. When I trespassed, there were dire
consequences with lots of yelling and a broom involved. I soon
learned to stay in my neck of the woods. I really love it “outdoors”
but I still have a lot to learn. George, Vera, and Agnes will all
help me claim my place in the wilderness. The big one helped a
Oh, I almost forgot. Lucy told me what happened to her mother that one terrible night. I
cannot imagine what Lucy saw and felt as her mother was killed in
front of her. She warned me to come in before it got dark or that
could happen to me. She is so brave and I am so sorry about what
happened to her mom. Getting up a tree very quickly is what saved
Lucy. When she decided to come back to the backyard, Lucy said the
big one was so glad to see her and took really good care of her. It
took her a long time to get over the horror but she did and now is a
great member of the family. I Love Lucy.