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Gracie's Bulletin

I love my new home

There's tons of things to like here. There's lots of birds. I can hear them very clearly. I can't see them too well though, because the tree they live in is across the street. Nonetheless, it's very interesting to hear them chirp in the mornings.

Also, there's pens! I love pens. I love rolling pens on a table until they end up on the floor, they should be toys. Since mom and dad are still in the process of unpacking (whatever that means), there's been lots of pens laying around.

I also love all the boxes. Some of them are empty, and some of them have stuff. There are so many to choose from! My favorite thing to do is climb as far up on stacks of boxes as I can. Mom has said she is glad to see me climbing and leaping so much, I'm usually shy about going vertical.

We also have a cat tree near a window again! Oh cat tree, I have missed you so. The only puzzling thing is that this window is not near a slope full of grass, but upward, and it faces out to some buildings and something blue that mom says is called a bay. It seems vaguely familiar. I feel like I have seen something like that before somewhere [mom's note: Gracie was born, per the records we inherited after we adopted her at nine weeks, in Vancouver, WA. She spent a few weeks being fostered there before being transported to Seattle, where she first lived with her mom cat at Kitty Harbor, and then with us for two months before moving to Austin, TX so in a sense, Gracie came back where she was meant to be :D]

The best part about our new home though? It's mom's bedroom window. Boris and I have figured out that if we perch by the window, we can look at the building next door. There are windows below us, and sometimes another cat appears. We have been spying on this cat while we have our super-secret Masonic Cat Club meetings [mom's note: Boris and Gracie have been punctually disappearing every night for about 2-3 months now, around 8 PM. They used to both hide under the bed and spend time together, no humans allowed. When I spot them, one of them usually pretends to be upset and flees. But then they sneak right back to the other kitty when they think I am not looking. So they've been dubbed "the secret society meetings" around here LOL].

We'd invite the other kitty over to our meetings, but we're not quite sure how he would be able to attend. Boris tried to leave the apartment, but says there's this scary thing called an elevator that screams all the time. I wonder what that means, but I am not brave enough to find out.

I hope this is the last time they do this to me...

Efurryone, mom and dad moved us again! I got really anxious in the car and cried non-stop. Part of it is that I thought I would be on the road for a long time like last time. Mommy says it only took us a half hour of driving, but I don't believe her. For one thing, she put me in the carrier and I hate it. I was in the carrier for much longer than I liked, therefore it must have been a long time.

Boris likes this new place. He says it has the old cat tree, therefore it must be home. There is some stuff that looks vaguely familiar like the kitchen table.. I'm still not really sure about here though. I've been crying whenever mom and dad grow quiet at night, or when I can't find Boris in this place. Dad says it's just an adjustment period, and that I'll be fine after a while. I did miss the apartment with the red couch, and being able to sleep on top of the purple box most of the day.

But there is good news. Today mommy let me into the spare room (what does "spare" mean? I have no idea), and I found the purple box, lying there in the middle of the room. Boris says that all of the boxes in that room are full of our stuff, but I don't know... I'm just happy it's a warm room with my purple box in it. Maybe this IS home.

Impromptu therapy kitten

So meowmie has been looking for a job. It's not exactly easy, she says. First of all, every school district (she's a teacher) wants a million things from her, which makes her feel bad about asking people for letters and stuff all the time. Second of all, she figures that if another school district hired her already, and they didn't have any complaints, shouldn't she be given at least the benefit of the doubt. Third of all, she realizes that above all a school can ask all that not just for due diligence, but also because the economy is so bad that they can have their pick of people to hire.

She's understandably gotten a little depressed about it, so what I decided to do today is sit by her and purr while she was online answering some ads. I think it helped a little, since meowmie petted me and told me I was such a good girl. I think all I have to do is keep being cute to get her mind off fretting about needing a job (dad says mom doesn't need a job, but mom doesn't like being the one who doesn't work), so I will start doing that every day. :)

Boris tried to pitch in, but he usually tries to get mom's mind off of her woes by demanding her attention... and it wasn't working. Mom would just sit there and ignore him, and Boris would just keep meowing and being sad about not having any attention. I think my approach is better, don't you?