Last column, I told you we were moving. But, because my mama and I are moving into an apartment by ourselves and leaving Little Mama (her daughter) and Boo Boo, we acquired a new cat.

Why?

For Boo Boo. Because he needs company. Little mama thinks he needs company. He is the most anti-social cat I have ever met. Even though he is my brother (adopted) he is distant with me. I have to roll on the floor and purr and lure to get him to play. Company? I don’t think so.

Anyway? What happened with this new cat? Oh, boy, oh, boy! What a disaster. First of all, Boo Boo curled up into a little ball, went into a closet on a shelf in the back, and plunked himself down. Digging his claws into the wood so no one could drag him out. Mama tried, but he clung. For his life. He stayed there for days.

Days and days. When he had to go to the bathroom? He crawled like a commando ducking mines and hand grenades. Bullets. I know about hand grenades. And mines. The reason is that mama watches CNN. A lot of war news on CNN. I don’t like it.

Anyway, I tried to meow to him, but to no avail. He wouldn’t even come out of the closet to listen to me!

Her name is Missy.

Pissy, Hissy, Missy.

That is what I call her. Cause she is feisty! She doesn’t walk. She floats. She jumps in the air in circles. She plays with the ironing board! Table legs! Anything in sight, she attacks. She is young, I think.

She is also beautiful. Slim. Trim. White with gorgeous gray spots. Great face. Smiles a lot. She rubs against everything. The bathtub. Everything.

The other night? She chased Boo Boo under the bed on his way back from his toilette. There was a huge skirmish and both mama and Little Mama tried to help. But smoke was coming from under that bed!

I tell you...that brother of mine is weird. Did he fight? No. Did he run? No. Instead, he curled up again into a ball of fur and huddled in a corner. What a coward he is! So.

I went under the bed and joined the fray. I chased her away. Then, we began to frolic. As we frolicked, she flew through the air. She flies! She is so light that she just takes flight. I am fat, as you know. Plump. I lumber. I waddle. I am like a tree trunk. She is light as a feather. Makes me look worse. I never saw a cat fly like she does. And, as I said...she turns in mid-air in a circle.

However, she is good-natured and she only bullies Boo Boo because she can. Just like Humans. They do the same thing. They see a weakling and they bully. Human Nature. Animal Nature. All the same.

I hope I can stay long enough to get Boo Boo to accept Missy. This morning, mama gave us some tuna juice. Boo Boo smelled it and squiggled out from under a sweater and came slithering on the floor like a snake to the dish mama had for him. She had three dishes.

He saw Little Missy and slithered back...so close to the floor he looked like a moving rug. So, mama got the dish and actually put it in the closet! On that shelf. So he could eat it.

Well. I am going to try my best while I am here to fix things between these two. There is a moral here somewhere. I think it is “stand up for yourself in life. Don’t let people push you around.” Or cats.