Cat Shorts


Hisss! This is very strange. I am not in my cage and the human put me in the car and we are driving off. This back seat is very comfortable and I do like the motion of the car. Nap time is upon me. Purrr

Wakey wakey. The car has stopped and I am looking out the window but I do not know this place. Lots of cars, concrete, and really horrible smells. We are moving again around to the back of this place, moving very slowly. The car stops again and the human gets out and opens the back door and just stands there. What does he want me to do? Usually this is a big no-no. He reaches in and pulls me out of the car and puts me down on the concrete and closes the door. What the hiss? This is not good and the smells are even worse back here. I am sitting on the concrete wondering what the catnip is going on and the human gets back into the car and drives off without me. I think maybe he just forgot me and will be back.

I move over beside the garbage cans, and start cleaning myself. I am not really that dirty, but that is what cats do when they have time on their paws. Well, I have cleaned every part of my body I can get to and I am still sitting beside a garbage can with with no human in sight. This is getting serious and I am getting hungry. 

I hear some strange sound coming from behind the garbage cans and it does not sound like a good sound. Snort, sniff, sniff, shuffle, growl and there appears a large gray and black animal about twice the size of me. He even has a mask on. When he detects my presence, he rears up and growls and hisses at me. Holy Morris! I decide running away is the best option and I head for the front of this hell hole with mister Mask right behind me. He is very overweight, and I easily loose him just as I turn the corner and see all the cars and humans. My tail goes “Puff” and I have no idea what to do or where to go. The masked one has abandoned the chase so I can stop and decide what should be done. Why is my human doing this to me? I am really scared and worried.

I spot some bushes and scamper over to them for safety. I can watch all that goes on from here and still feel a little safe. There are lots of cars and humans (not my human) pulling in and pulling out. It is all very scary and I start to tremble. I have not had anything to eat, no water, and I don’t see anyway to find food. Why did this happen to me? I have always been a good kitty and this is what I get for my trouble?

I cannot just sit here and do nothing. I am a take charge kitten. I slink over to the nearest square thing sticking out of the concrete. It seems like all the cars pull up to them and the humans get out and stand there for awhile. I need to investigate what is going on. As I get closer, I see the humans stick a hose into the car and gurgling sounds start. Maybe they are feeding their cars. After a few minutes, the humans pull the hose out of the car and drive off. Curious!

I sniff the square thing and the smell is worse then my poop. As I sit down next to the square thing, a car drives up and the human gets out and sticks the hose into the car. The human sees me and tells me what a pretty kitty I am. I need that right about now. He kneels down and says “kitty, kitty” and holds his hand out to me. What! Does he think I was born yesterday? I take a few quick sniffs trying to filter out the square thing smell and catch a whiff of him. Not bad. He smells like a cat. This is good. Maybe I can trust him.

The square thing makes a clunking sound and he pulls the hose out of the car. He opens the door to the car and goes away, heading for the big building. I mosey over to the car and check out the smells in the car. Wow!! There have been lots of cats in this car. I move closer and I feel safe enough to jump up into the car. I look out the window and do not see him coming so I start to explore the car to see what I can find. So many new smells and most of them are good smells. I get so carried away sniffing I do not see him until he standing in the open door of the car. Hiss! Puff! The tail does it’s thing.

I try to hide on the floor but he gets in and closes the door. Trapped!! What can I do? He starts the car and we drive off. He is talking to me in a low, soothing voice and I like the feeling it gives me. I feel safer and I realize he will not hurt me. I don’t know where we are going but I think it will better than where we were.

As I relax, I jump up on the seat next to him. That seems to make him happy and I even feel a little happy being next to him. He starts talking to me but I have not learned human yet and do not understand what he is saying but the way he is saying it soothes me. I will learn human over the next few months and it is not as hard to learn as cat. I do notice that he uses the word “Vera” many times and it feels good when it says it. I later find out that is what he named me and was asking me if I like that name. I did.

We drive for awhile and I am getting more mellow all the time. I even go over and rub against him and then lay down beside him. He pets me and scratches me behind my ears. I love being scratched behind my ears. I think I made the right decision adopting him. I hope he has some good cat food at home.

He did! Kitty life is good.

Vera - Our SPC

vera spc kitty

Vera is our SPC (Senior Pussy Cat). Agnes is waiting in the wings as the Regent but right now Vera is the reigning Queen. Wisdom comes with age and Vera Mae is a very wise and discerning feline.  I hope her reign continues for many, many more years.

I pulled into a gas station in my little Ford Ranger pickup to gas up.  As I exited the truck, I noticed a small kitten wondering around in the parking lot looking for something to eat.  She sauntered over to the gas pump I was using and plopped down to check out what was happening.  She was very calm and collected.  I though she might belong to someone at the gas station and she was out to do her business.  Anyway, I finished pumping gas, selected no receipt and started to get back into the Ranger.  I had left the door open while pumping.  Guess who was in the passenger's seat looking out the windshield just like she had been in this truck many times (Vera still likes to get into cars and trucks).  We pulled out onto FM2322 and headed for the house. She started cleaning herself.  Such a good day.   Flashback- about six months earlier I lost the love of my cat life - Goodie. He was my cat soul mate and having to put him down (heart problems) was one of the worst days in my life. He loved me dearly as I did him and he shared his short life (three years) with me to the max. Even now, writing about him, I tear up.  He was my totem. No more cats for me.  I did not want to go through the pain and grief of losing another little soul. Silly me! 

Back to the present- At this time we only had one other cat in the house. Riley was an older cat and was definitely Marianne's kitty.  Of course, there was the usual hissing and threats when a new cat is moving in.  In a about a week, everything was cool and Vera Mae slipped into our lives.  In her first few years, Vera was a great lap kitty.  She loved to watch TV or computer movies while stretched out in my lap.   We had no problems with her and she continued to make herself a pleasure in everyone's life.  She decided she wanted to be an indoor-outdoor cat and was very easy to train for that position.  We did put a collar on her which was not at all to her liking.  Every time she went out, we put the collar on and she made it abundantly clear she was not a collar kitty.  She finally accepted the fact - no collar - no going out and things went much smoother after that decision.

Vera has since seen the addition of seven new cats over the years.  For the most part, no problems arose. If there was a problem, Vera would come to me and let me know what was going on.  Lack of respect, harassment, or bad habits, etc. The problems were addressed, and eventually, peace and contentment was restored.  Diplomacy and ratting out are Vera's best qualities. She very seldom gets upset because she knows she is the SPC.

 Vera continues to thrive.  The other day I noticed her out in the back yard going about her business.  She moves slowly and deliberately, stopping and smelling things she has smelled many, many times, and then moving on to drink from the small pond we have.  She feels safe and loved.  I was reminded of the movie "The Godfather" when Marlon Brando is working in his tomato patch in the backyard. He moves slowly about, checking his tomatoes and looking for bugs while humming a tune.  Our back yard is Vera's tomato patch and she is happy.

Vera and I Puttering

I am in the process of clearing cedar on the lot we own next door.  I would like to make it a nice place to sit out of the hot summer sun but still keep some good shade and privacy for the house.  I am using an electric chainsaw that is much quieter than a regular gas saw.  It does a great job and it does not sound like a German Panzer tank is approaching the area.  It is a work in progress and I have no idea how long it will take to finish the job.  With that background information, lets talk about Vera and I puttering about in the work area.

Oh good!  Dad is heading over to the new spot next to house.  He has done lots of work over there to make it more civilized.  I did not like to go over there before he started making it better.  I call it my new happy place. Now, when he is working over there, I really like following him around and finding new smells while feeling safe with him.  He has left lots of trees to climb in case of trouble but cleared out that pesky cedar.  Have you ever tried to climb cedar tree?  Not a fun thing!All those dead branches are very sharp and the bark sometimes comes off making it very hard to climb in a hurry.  You can put me down as not a fan of cedar trees.  Give me a  good old oak tree any day and clearing that cedar makes it so easy to get to the oak trees.  Oaks are perfect for climbing for pleasure or emergency.  Nothing like a good crook in an oak to nap in.

While Dad is doing his thing, I meander about locating and identifying all the new smells and textures.  He has put down a new patio of tiles that is just wonderful to sleep on.  Always cool and no bugs or ants to contend with.  Great place to nap ad no need to hurry.  I am well past hurrying now.  Time to stop and smell everything.