Mom went to the important doctor to see how to fix her broke foot. The big man stayed home from work to take her. I was sleeping on their bed and was quite comfy. The big man put me out. It was raining again, but did he care? NO.

When they got back, Mom did not have sticks to walk with. She had a very big boot on. She could hobble around better. They had even stopped by Walmart on the way home and brought me cat treats! I just love cat treats! Mom was smiling and very happy. She talked to people on the phone and told them that her broke foot is not broke, it is just hurt. She has to wear the big boot for just a while and then go back to the important doctor. The big man was happy about this too, because he was smiling and he actually gave me a cat treat.

Enough about Mom for a minute. I was outside at night, just like always. I like to prowl at night and that's when I get my best time in beating up that punk Jesse from down the street. That way his people don't know it's me and they don't call and tattle on me. That is so NOT COOL to have your people having to tattle because you're a punk. Anyway, there is a new cat coming around our house at night, and I don't like him.

He's a big cat and he is grey. I've had to fight him a couple of times and well, he's not as easy to whoop as that punk Jesse. One night, just before it was day, this bad grey cat got on our front porch. I screamed at him and he screamed back. He was growling at me and I growled at him. I wanted him off our porch and out of our yard. He ran toward me and knocked over Mom's pretty flowers! I was so mad about that. I went after him and I was not going to let him win this time.

Imagine my horror when poor crippled Mom came hobbling out of the house in her nightshirt to save me! She started calling me and the big grey cat saw her standing there all crippled and in her sleeping clothes! He looked at me and LAUGHED and said "your mommy's calling."

I was SO MAD!!! I don't need to be rescued by a crippled, hobbling, half dressed Mom in the middle of the night! What has that done to my reputation? I have been very distressed by this. I saw that punk Jesse today and he had this smarty pants smirk on his face. I know the big grey cat told everybody what happened. I don't know what I'm going to do about it. My reputation is at stake and I don't like that at all. I refuse to be laughed at because I am a cool cat.