Sweety claws - the females strike back.

[Scorpio]

I am sorry about the weekend lull, Barbara. Until you mentioned it, I didn’t realise I was having one. My doctor says he can fit me in on Thursday.
My weekend was spent chasing Sweety Claws around with a tape-recorder, but all I got was ’iwannaplayiwannaplayiwannaplay...’. So finally I gave her the machine and let her do it herself.



SWEETY CLAWS - THE FEMALES STRIKE BACK

The Red Mum can’t have kittens anymore. She breaks out in hot sweats in the middle of the night. Warmest place to sleep in the whole house. I could have kittens if I wanted to. I haven’t decided yet.
Old Grumpy (Big Boy, ed.) won’t let me out at night anyway. Don’t know why, his friends seem to like me. If I stick my head out of the cat door for longer than a quick pee, I get chased all over the house by the Grumpinator and he doesn’t stop until he catches me.
Once I was forced to sit in the same chair for three hours. It’s not fair. Just because I want to have a little fun. All the other cats my age are allowed to go to parties.
I don’t think Furry face and the Red Mum would mind having a bunch of kittens round the place. They like kids. But whenever the subject comes up, Grumpesen puts on a face and mutters something like - ’Half a dozen of these running round the place? I’d sooner go throw myself under a mouse!’
He’s full of sarcastic comments. Jealous, I think. Just because I’m beautiful. Like when he says he hates me ’right down to the black roots of your blonde whiskers’. I’ll have you know my roots are genuine.
There’s no need for Grumpo di Tutti Grumpi to take it out on me just because his fur is full of holes. He can’t sit down without 45 mins of licking first. My fur is self-maintaining. I have natural shine.
And its not my fault if I didn’t do good at school. Il Grumpissimo was supposed to teach me. I tried to stay close and follow his example, but he doesn’t like being stayed close to. So I made up my own games.
Talk about a party-pooper, nothing pleases that cat. I thought ’Oooh, big strong hunter, I’ll pick up some good tips here, but oh no. If I do finally get him to stop preening for a second and join in a good game of cat n’ mouse, Old Grumpa is out of breath after the first couple of jumps. I haven’t had any real training.I’ve spent lots of time watching him lick himself and sleep, but paws-on experience - nada.
And by the way, why do I only get half as much food as he does? I work ten times harder. Why did they get me if they don’t want to feed me?
I just don’t feel respected as an individual. Just because I’m female and small doesn’t mean I can’t be the boss some day. Megagrump is getting too old for the job anyway. He should be glad of the help.
Anyway, its time to let the girls take over. The old way of fighting for territory and getting clawed to pieces is a waste of time. And it makes a mess of your fur.
Females know, y’ know? If you want to create peace and harmony in the neighbourhood, you can achieve much more with the tail-first approach. They’re not such bad guys.

It’s dark now.

If I could just get outside ...

[smokey the elder]

LOL at "Grumpissimo" and "Grumpo di Tutti Grumpi"!

[Barbara]

Sweety Claws- we sure can see you would paint the town red at night together with your harem of boyfriends- if they only would let you.

[Randi]

Dear Sweety Claws,

It can be hard growing up, and the rumour is that you’re going for a visit to the white coats in the very near future. You have no idea (luckily) what that involves, but I can tell you one thing for certain... you will not be able to have kittens after. It’s a bit sad, because you are such a beautiful girl, but I can assure you it’s for the best.

I’m a little confused as to why you had to sit in the same chair for three hours, so I think Furry Face owe us an explanation on that.

Sweety Claws, your brother is really an old sweet boy, so I think you should go help him wash his coat. Now that spring is here and the sun is out, you could lay on the wodden deck together out there, I think he’d enjoy that. Then later, he just may be in the mood to teach you a few tricks. In fact, I believe everything will fall into place after your visit to the vet.

Concerning food, I think you get your fair share, plus a bit of Big Boys' - remember he is twice your size, so he needs more.

Good luck at the vets, Sweety Claws - we will send you positive thoughts and hope you recover in no time!

I will look forward to come and see how big you have grown - I promise not to bring Fister.

[Killearn Kitties]

Sweety Claws, I can see that you are in need of a strong female role model and I think I know just the woman!

My Jessica is well practised in the education of kittens



and takes no lip from anybody!



I feel she has what it takes to continue your education in the face of Big Boy's opposition. She is currently looking at flights to Copenhagen and will keep you posted.

[catmandu]

Hi Im the Princess , and I once had 3 litters in the wild , but Garys Aunt Joan rescued me and I have a great home.
Although I remember My Younger Days when I was the Belle Of Waterdown and the Young Cats laid mice and rabbits at my feet, and the odd bird too.

Sweety Claws , I know how good you will feel when that operation is over, and you dont have to worry about the patter of Little Paws.