Hey guys, it’s Stripey. I had a cat chat with Sneaky and asked why I couldn’t get in on the action that those little squirts (big squirts now) have been enjoying for the past two years on this Kitty Korner column. So here I am with my first Stripey column. My apologies that it takes the place of the Feature Friday Film this week, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it much more.
As you know, I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism several months back. Debbie has to put this icky cream in my ear twice a day. The only good part to it is that she gives me these special dried chicken cat treats that are so delicious that I cry for them. However, she also gives them to Harry and Hermione. Is that fair? I have to endure that icky cream, and they get the treats just for looking pretty!
I’ve come to terms with those two, but we still have occasional cat spats. Harry is an okay guy. He likes to watch TV with me at night with Debbie and Anthony. Hermione doesn’t hang with us much. She prefers the top of the bedroom closet or the bed.
I’m glad Debbie put some of my photos and a bonus post in her new cat book, Pet Posts: The Cat Chats. I’m including an excerpt from an interview I did with Sneaky when Harry and Hermione first came into my home. It’s my claim to fame and the least she could do since I’ve been her pet for 12 years, and they’ve only been hers for two.
Mice to have you here, Stripey. Did you have a nice holiday?
Hello, Sneaky. My holiday was okay except that those two little furballs who visited my territory in October are still here.
Furballs? Are you referring to Harry and Hermione, the kittens who write the Kitty Korner column on this blog?
You got that right, Sneaks.
May I ask what you have against those two, Stripey?
Isn’t that obvious? They are in my home. I admit that I once shared the place with a cat named Oliver. He was an old guy and really didn’t give me much trouble. When he went away, I had the place to myself. Now I’ve got not one, but two felines to deal with.
I don’t understand. You got along with Oliver. Why can’t you get along with Harry and Hermione?
Well, to be honest, Sneaky, I didn’t get along with Oliver right away. We actually got into a fur fight when he first came into my house, but then I realized he wasn’t going anywhere, and he was a lot older and bigger than I was. These little cats that are in my house now can gang up on me. They’re fast and strong. I’ve seen them zip around like tiny tigers.
Are you saying that you’re afraid of the kittens?
Let’s just say I’m a bit wary of them. That’s why I hiss when I see them and run for cover. Deep down, I admit I’m curious about them. I’ve played footsie with the girl under the door, but I’m not sure I can trust either of them yet.
So, you see, despite our rough start, I’ve managed to make peace with the two furballs, but I still have a beef with them. They get a lot of attention just because they’re young, but I was a kitten once, too, and quite adorable, I must say. What do you think?
That’s the end of my “tail,” but Sneaky has agreed to have me share my words of wisdom as a senior cat on this column. So, there you, youngsters!