The Adventures of Gracie the Wander Cat: Interloper

Never fails. I get a good thing going, get my spots picked out,      develop a sense that everything’s under control, and then someone comes along to ruin it.

This guy:

Oh, you think that’s me? Look again:   

What?? Oh, for the love of…Look. Again!

Forget it. Trust me, that’s not me. That’s Russell. He claims we’re related but I just don’t see it.

The jerk showed up a couple of months ago, just sort of hanging around and running away like a typical wild’un whenever D. Krauss came outside. Krauss’d watch him flee around the corner and he’d turn and I’d be sitting there cleaning myself or something and he’d flip out, saying “How’d you do that?” Thought I was some kind of magic cat, I guess, which was hilarious until one day, the oaf actually fed Russell!

With MY food!

Guess the idiot thought it was me, although I really can’t see the resemblance.

Now, I can’t get rid of him. D is feeding the clown, get this, twice a day.  And you can bet Russell is playing it for all it’s worth, meowing with this real girly voice and rubbing all over D and letting him scratch his neck.

I’m bummed.

I even went up into the pergula again  on a sympathy ploy,  but all I got was yanked out of the clematis by the back of my neck. I hate that.

So, here we are, Russell and me.

I am not happy about this, not at all.  I keep chasing him off next door,   but the guy won’t leave.

D. keeps asking if we’re brother and sister but, you know, I just don’t see it.

The heck with both of them.

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3 Responses to The Adventures of Gracie the Wander Cat: Interloper

  1. Cat Connor says:

    Breezy LOVED this post. She asks me constantly if there are any more Gracie adventures on your blog. 🙂