A Cat Came to Visit

A few days ago, a cat came to visit, which once again reminded me of my predicament as an “indoor cat”.

I don't think she's that cute.

I first knew something was going on when my human friend, Eileen, picked me up and held me to the screen window.  I wondered why it suddenly came into her mind that she should show me the outdoors.  I decided that she was just being loving, and knew that I liked to look out of the window sometimes.  My joy disappeared when I looked down.  On the ground, in my yard, was a little gray and brown tabby cat.  To make it worse, my other human friend, Mallory, was playing with her!  She never wants to play with me…   Eileen, however is a different story.  But to make it worst, my biggest fan, Eileen, puts me down!
“Don’t worry Wessie, you’re my favorite cat in the whole world, and I love you.  But I just want to play with the other cat a little.”  She gave me a hug and went outside.

Now I just need to wonder when they get rid of me...

Even she doesn’t care enough about me to stay inside with me!  So, whenever a new cat comes to visit I’ll be left all alone?  I pretended not to be affected by this little girl cat visiting at all, and stayed calm.  I wouldn‘t want anyone to actually think that I cared if those pesky humans didn‘t want to play with me.  On top of that, this cat was allowed outside in the same place that I wasn’t!  Isn’t she in just as much danger as I would be if I went out?  The world just isn’t a fair place.  For a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, I waited to see when the humans would get tired of playing with this other cat.
Finally, the humans came inside, happy after playing with the cat called Kisha (they found out her name from the tag on her collar).  Before this incident, I never had a doubt if I was the number 1 cat in their lives, but now I’m not so sure.  I must watch their every move and make sure that they don’t seem to be hanging out with other cats too much…

How I Came to Be An Inside Cat

Hello there, my name is Wessah, but my friends call me Wessie or Wess.

I used to roam around my yard and bask in the warm sun.

I live the boring life of a cat stuck inside at home all day.   I used to live outside, roaming the neighborhood and hunting squirrels.  Life was good then… all day long I could play in the grass, and relax in the warm sun.  I even had a couple of cat friends and enemies, who came to visit me.  My easy life outside ended the day after my second birthday, when the evil next door neighbor shot me with a bb gun.  Seriously, how was I supposed to know that I wasn’t supposed to poo in that nice soft dirt?  Obviously it was his garden, but it seemed like a giant litter box to me.  I was lucky to have survived, but the bb was in my leg, and it didn’t take too long to recover.
After my recovery, life indoors was hard and very boring.  All I really wanted to do is escape this prison, and get back to what I loved best, playing outside and guarding my territory.  Obviously the humans who imprisoned me weren’t going to give up and let me outside like they always used to, so I learned to accept that I was going to have to stay inside.  At least I can still look out the windows, and sniff the fresh summer air when they leave the screens on.  It’s not the same as being out there myself, but it’s the best I can get.

Now my life is so boring, I read books to occupy myself.

Sometimes I manage to escape the house for a bit, and nibble the delicious grass, but the humans always end up getting me to come back inside.  I know they’re only doing it because they don’t want that neighbor shooting me again, but seriously, don’t they realize I can stay out of his yard by myself?  My superior intelligence is just too hard for them to notice, as they are very stupid creatures themselves.

Sometimes my old cat buddies come around to the house and have fights amongst themselves, when all I can do is listen and growl.  I really hate not being able to go out there and tell them to get off my property.  Little do they know that once I was the baddest cat on the block… or at least I was when other cats dared to challenge my right to ownership of my home.  One day I’ll escape again and tell those visitor cats who’s boss.
Anyhow, welcome to my blog, where you’ll get to read about all the most exciting things in my life… if I can make this prison exciting at all.