Tragedy had struck again. To this wonderful second family of mine. I was terribly upset, but I was able to adapt with them. I was able to look after Spot and my girl. I don’t know what happened or why. My girl couldn’t talk about it. Whatever it was, it was hard on her. Perhaps harder on her than on Spot or me.

So, we had to move out of our first home we had shared together. We went to live in someone’s backyard in a tent. My girl slept in the tent at night. Spot and I would sleep with her as well. I don’t think my girl found the situation ideal, but there wasn’t much else she could do at the time.

Things seemed bad for her. Spot and I were safe. We knew where our home was even if it meant we were outside. I had lived outside from my birth, so it wasn’t anything new to me. I just had to give him a few lessons. My girl still had food for us, but being me, I hunted and caught a couple of birds.

The first one was tasty. I left the head and a wing as a gift for my girl. I left it at her feet. She saw it when she woke up the next morning. And what did she do when she realized what the gift was? She screamed. She is a vegetarian. There was no thanks for that gift. *Sigh.* Yes, my beloved girl is a vegetarian.

I guess I should have known. I guess I may have overlooked that fact because she did tend to eat animal products. But she is a vegetarian. I know anymore she tries to eat mainly plants because they make her feel better. But that’s another story.

At least Spot and I didn’t need a litter box at our camp. We could bury our waste outside where the humans wouldn’t know. It was one less thing for my girl to worry about. Sometimes I would stay out all day and then I’d hear my girl calling for me. I could tell she missed me. So, of course I went to her when she called.

But then something odd happened while we were camping. A bird came to dive bomb me! It was an angry bird. It was loud and vocal about who I had eaten. I was in trouble and didn’t know what to do. So, I called for my girl. She came to my rescue.

She explained to me why the bird was upset. Surprisingly, my girl wasn’t upset with me. She understood why I had eaten the birds. I guess I never realized that a bird would be upset about my hunting. I never knew my prey could love as I could. Now I know better. I’m glad my girl saved me. She didn’t have to do much. She just flung her arms around while the bird was flying. Then it would fly up in a tree, but it was still complaining.

My girl could hear how upset the bird was as I could. I never expected anyone to complain about me being a hunter. I just don’t understand it. I’m a cat. I hunt for food. To eat. To survive. Spot even tried to catch a bird, but he got clawed and didn’t try again.

I didn’t try to hunt any more birds either. It just wasn’t safe. What would I do if my girl wasn’t around to protect me from any angry birds? I didn’t know. Getting pecked isn’t fun at all. But we didn’t camp out forever. I had no idea how soon it would be before we would have another apartment again.

The three of us moved again into a temporary house. Our stuff was hidden for safety. So, we waited. We spent that night not in the tent, but in a bathroom. All three of us. Spot and I were fine sleeping on the floor. My girl seemed to be okay. I don’t know how big she rates as a human. But she had to curl around to fit on the floor. Spot and I cuddled up to her without any trouble.

The next day, my girl left for quite a while. Spot and I were alone with strange humans around. There was a mama cat who had some kittens to look after too. I don’t know what my girl was doing. Perhaps she was making arrangements for our new home. She didn’t tell me.

Well, the mama cat and I got into a fight. It wasn’t pretty. I didn’t care she was a girl. We had a territorial dispute. I thought since my girl slept there last night that it was our place and this mama cat was encroaching on our turf. So, the other humans separated the mama cat and me. Spot was still with me and not causing any trouble.

One of the humans came to take a shower in the bathroom and had no idea he was there. He ended up soaking wet, but never complained. He didn’t learn that from me. I knew to stay out of the bathroom when someone wanted to take a shower. It’s just common sense for a cat. But he had been bottle fed and half raised by a human…

When my girl found out that I had a fight with the mama cat, she scolded me and told me I should have let her win. Something about the mama cat was just defending her kittens. Where did I go wrong? My girl wasn’t mean about it, but I was shocked she was telling me these things.

Fortunately, for us we weren’t staying there again for another night. So, the kittens weren’t separated from their mama for very long.

And to think I got chewed out for fighting a mama cat? What was my girl thinking? She isn’t my mother.