Friday, January 12, 2007

Fred the Cat here and I have a problem

Each morning since ND Anna has been a grown cat, she comes to the back door and waits to be fed. I usually eat about that time too, but I eat in my room. After we both have eaten we meet at the screen door and chat through the screen.

That all changed this week. Monday morning when I went out on the patio to meet ND Anna at the screen door, I saw something that made my heart sink. There was another cat eating with ND Anna, a large orange and white male cat. ND Anna looked at me but kept on eating. The large male cat paid no attention to me.

What did I do? Where did it all go wrong? I have suspected she had other boyfriends in the past but she’s never been so bold as to bring them to the house with her.

I feel like chewing on my Cosmic Catnip until I pass out. I have those old broken hearted feline blues. What’s a cat gonna do? I’m crushed!


Blogger The Future Was Yesterday said...

Fred old buddy, I'm afraid you've been had! Lay the law down to ND anna, and if that doesn't work, well, get close enough to that screen to ah.....moisten their food, if you get my drift!:P

January 12, 2007 2:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

what does ND mean?

January 12, 2007 4:10 AM  
Blogger FreakyNick said...

Fred, I feel your pain.

January 12, 2007 4:45 AM  
Blogger Pogo said...

So I wonder what fury we'll see?

January 12, 2007 5:19 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

Move on baby! Move on!

January 12, 2007 5:27 AM  
Blogger JM said...

Don't let it get you down Fred ; I'm sure a feline version of "Carrot Top" is no threat to you!

January 12, 2007 5:27 AM  
Blogger Blue said...

Hi Fred, Stella here... Try not to get yourself in a tither... it is just a passing fancy. The good news is that ND Anna hasn't up and run off with this joker! I feel just as blue when my girlfriend bluegrrrrl disappears for a few days and comes home smelling of other canines. I try to remember that she may stray from time to time, but she always comes home to ME!

Chew on your cosmic catnip for a while and by the time you're over the hangover, I'm sure ND Anna will be all yours again!

In solidarity,

January 12, 2007 5:28 AM  
Blogger Donnie McDaniel said...

Stick to dogs Fred, they're faithfull!

January 12, 2007 5:38 AM  
Blogger BBC said...

I think that cats handle all that better than humans do. They'll all get along just fine I suspect. Or duke it out to settle it.

January 12, 2007 5:54 AM  
Blogger Peacechick Mary said...

Ah, Fred. You knew ND Anna was a loose cat when you fell in love. That's the way she is and you loved her anyway.

January 12, 2007 5:57 AM  
Blogger DivaJood said...

Um, Fred? Are you sure that wasn't her older brother, coming to check you out? Make sure you're from a good family? Registered Democrat and all that?

January 12, 2007 7:07 AM  
Blogger Me said...

Fred, you just have to accept that Anna now has "Friends with Benefits" and go on with life.

January 12, 2007 7:39 AM  
Blogger Pursey Tuttweiler said...

I do not think that ND Anna prefers Mr. Orange over you. As a matter of fact, I think Mr. Orange is just horning in on ND Anna's food and she is such a lady she eats quietly so not to cause you the trouble of tussling with Mr. Orange. Really, she is being extra special sweet to you, so eat the catnip but rejoice. You have quite the lady friend there!

January 12, 2007 8:05 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

Fred, you're going to have to get PoP to catch ND Anna and take her to the vet. A little snipping of this and that, and ND Anna won't be bringing home big buffed Toms. She'll be right back at the door, smiling and glad to see you.

January 12, 2007 8:11 AM  
Blogger COLORADO BOB said...

I can't believe I'm following the love life of a cat in Fla.

January 12, 2007 8:53 AM  
Blogger Agi said...

Sorry to hear that Fred. I have good news for you though - I've found you a new feline friend. This one loves to eat so he should be a regular at your place for every single meal.

January 12, 2007 9:01 AM  
Blogger C-dell said...

I am sorry fred. You need to get in ND anna face and tell her about herself

January 12, 2007 9:57 AM  
Blogger SB Gypsy said...

Awww, give her up for the faithless man-izer she is...

January 12, 2007 10:51 AM  
Blogger Anne said...

fred, my cat friend sunny finds that a bit of sunlight helps him through the tough times.
i hope you can work through this,pal.

January 12, 2007 10:51 AM  
Blogger DivaJood said...

Fred, Fred, you just need to perk up, my man. I've had seven wives and the alimony checks to prove it.

January 12, 2007 10:55 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Wallow in depression.

Make a large batch of martinis, play some Patsy Cline, and cry for a while.

She may be trying to make you jealous, don't play that game.

Your a great looking guy. Find a beautiful feline and invite her over to the house so the two of you can be sceen together, by this harlet.

That's right, shove it right back at her. In fact, let her catch the two of you having sex.

Tell Mr. & Mrs. Pop, that you don't want them leaving food out for her anymore. Tell them that you don't want this heartbreaker over at the house anymore.

Dump her, forget her, find a feline who will treat you right.

January 12, 2007 12:05 PM  
Blogger maidink said...

There, there, Fred.

It'll get better, I'm sure.

*gives Fred a bowl of martini*

This drink's on me, buddy.

January 12, 2007 1:35 PM  
Blogger Blueberry said...

Those Red-Headed Strangers will cause trouble every time. Poor Fred. It's heartbreaking news, but sometimes a foxy lady like ND might want more than just a screen door chat with a nice guy. Hope you and "Agent Orange" can become friends.

January 12, 2007 2:36 PM  
Blogger Pursey Tuttweiler said...

How is your tropical situation? When you are better I need you at GA to comment on what just happened to my Grandma! I hope you are better. I hope Fred picks his spirits up too, I know ND Anna is totally innocent and does not realize the misery she has caused. Fred just needs to know she loves him, that's all. They are both good and good for each other and they cannot afford to give that up. Relationships are too precious. It is just a spell and they can work it out.

January 12, 2007 3:37 PM  
Blogger Turtle Guy said...

Broken-hearted Turtle Blues aren't much different, my friend.

January 12, 2007 6:31 PM  
Blogger Yoga Korunta said...

Fred, I agree with Diva Jood. He is concerned for his sister, as we all would be.

January 12, 2007 6:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those horns bother your ears much, Fred?

And I feel your pain, Colorado Bob. ;-)

January 12, 2007 8:19 PM  
Blogger Durward Discussion said...


You must try to rescue ND Anna from her life of sin and degredation some time before there are little NDs or Annas.

January 12, 2007 9:10 PM  
Blogger Anon-Paranoid said...

Hey Fred, I know how you feel. My grey tom friend hasn't been around for some time now. I think he found another lady friend since my human don't let me go out and the landlord won't allow another cat or dog into our household.

Perk up though as it may only be a temporay lapse of judgement on ND anna's part.


January 12, 2007 10:00 PM  
Blogger msliberty said...


Panzon here.

My years of mental health treatment have taught me that it is never healthy to jump to conclusions. This other cat could be a half-brother, for crying out loud!

My advice: The next time you meet her at the screen, use "I statements" to tell her how you're feeling. If your fears are confirmed, I'll share some cognitive behavioral therapy tips that has helped me in the past.

In solidarity,


January 12, 2007 10:20 PM  
Blogger sumo said...

Fred have my greatest sympathy.

January 13, 2007 1:41 AM  
Blogger paris said...

Fred bring her inside one time so when you both go to the back door you can look at her friend on the other side of the screen door....then kick her out and tell her she wasn't that good after all but you just had to prove to Romeo that you can have your way with her anytime....then send Anna on her way...

January 13, 2007 4:28 AM  
Blogger Joseph Edward Ryan said...

Fear not my good cat. This is obviously nothing more than an elaborate ruse engineered and implemented by ND anna (and her sultry red accomplice (probably a paid stray/actor); a ruse that’s sole purpose is to gander your attention (how else can you explain such blatant exhibitionism?).

January 13, 2007 4:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and what does ND stand for? ..anyone? anyone? POP?

January 13, 2007 5:13 AM  
Blogger pissed off patricia said...

this will tell you what you want to know

January 13, 2007 5:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, I remember reading that...

I thought it was North Dakota, thought...

Thanks, POP...and how are you on this fine morning?

January 13, 2007 6:20 AM  
Blogger BBC said...

Bobby Bittman has had seven wifes?

Slow learner.

You keep getting the same lessons over and over again until you learn them Bobby. :-)

January 13, 2007 6:38 AM  
Blogger billie said...

sorry fred- that's the name of the game :)

January 13, 2007 6:39 AM  
Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

yo fred, barn monster here. that sux out loud dude. wimmins, huh? when i start getting down, i kill mices. makes me feel better. if there are no mices there, maybe you can beat up a ball. or find a hat with feathers. feathers are nice.

January 13, 2007 8:48 AM  
Blogger Pursey Tuttweiler said...

Commadante Agi,
That is the cutest fattest cat I have ever seen. I want to cuddle with that fat cat.

January 13, 2007 9:30 AM  
Blogger PoliShifter said...

Enroll her in an absitnance program. Accoriding to Bush that's the best policyf for keeping kids away from sex.

The statistics don't bear that out and logic doesn't follow but it's what true believers think will work.

So maybe it will work for your cat and you can be a shining example to the country.

January 13, 2007 12:55 PM  
Blogger PoliShifter said...

Speaking of cute cats, Have you seen this one?

January 13, 2007 12:56 PM  
Blogger R.Powers said...

Oh, now I get it...ND that is.
I'm still trying to figure out how a cat works a keyboard...and how he can get 42...oops...43 comments.
Have a great weekend Fred and family!

January 13, 2007 1:19 PM  
Blogger Samantha said...

Awe Fred, better luck next time ;o)

January 13, 2007 4:49 PM  
Blogger John Good said...

Wow, Pop! I've been away awhile! I know almost everyone here, but they weren't here "back then"! Sorry. . .=(

I'll try to visit more often, promise! =)

January 13, 2007 6:36 PM  
Blogger vanillabirdies said...

Ohh poor Fred, there are plenty of other pretty little kitties around. I guess cosmic catnip is the equivalent of alcohol and ben and jerry's.

January 13, 2007 7:02 PM  
Blogger Graeme said...

Hard times Fred. I think some rapper said, "don't chase 'em, replace 'em."

January 13, 2007 9:24 PM  
Blogger enigma4ever said...

Oh, dear Fred....This is Xena , Enigma 's beautiful tortiouse shell kitty...I read your column every is the best Kitty Blog out there you's like this honey...she has behaved very badly bringing another to dine right in front of is time to let her eat need other attentive kitties that would never sink to such a low...and perhaps dine on some delicacy right in front of her- you know - fresh herring or salmon- do not share...and maybe hang some pictures of new luscious friends on the wall by your bowl...send her a messege- that you have lots of fans...that she shoul be so lucky to share a bit of tuna with you...pity the kitty- that didn't know you are the best catch out there....

January 14, 2007 3:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't think you need to worry. ND Anna loves you, too.
I think she felt that your relationship is so tight, that she could bring a starving dear friend along. She has a heart of gold... and you do, too. Cast aside those thoughts of jealousy. They help no-one! In time, you might even begin to like the interloper.

January 20, 2007 1:36 PM  
Blogger Snave said...

Baby Mackie here. Congratulations! My only girlfriend is Snave's arm, or maybe sometimes a rumpled-up blanket or towel. The two girls I live with, Abby and Bonnie, won't give me the time of day. My interactions with them have been reduced to sly ambushes in which I pounce, bite their necks, and try to pin them with my massive 18-pound amoebic body. They don't appreciate my prowess, believe me.

Snave's arm will at least acquiesce sometimes, although he laughs his ass off as I hump pathetically away. I guess those rumpled towels and blankets are best... they don't screech at me and scratch my face with flailing claws, and they don't talk back or laugh. Sigh...

January 21, 2007 11:13 AM  

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