That Dangerous Cutie

Gigi and I snuck into Opus's room today to have a look. He has such long, flowing hair. Pippa wanted to come too, but she's scared of him. Given that she's the biggest and slowest target if he ever came after us, I can't say as I blame her. Also, she might fall asleep in there and then we'd find her in about 75 pieces spread throughout the whole neighborhood. So Pippa stayed home and listened to Gigi and I describe him. We ran into the cat on our way. He really doesn't pay the proper respect to me, given I am named after the patron saint of cats. What an ingrate.

Wow, I hear that Opus howling right now. How exciting. He's so dangerous and rugged.

Well, gotta go. No word on the butcher, so I'm still nervous. We may have to have an outing to Menlo Park.

Love,

Gertrude

Butcher worries

I used to drive past a deli/market in Menlo Park a lot. It had a sign outside that said "live butcher." Every day I would get all worried that something would happen to the butcher. I mean, he really must have been in questionable health if they felt they had to have the sign like that. Anyway, I never seem to drive past that store anymore. So if any of you out there who do can let me know how the butcher is doing, I'd really appreciate it. I sure hope he's still a live butcher.

Love,

Gertrude

A joke from Gigi

The problem with having a blog with so many followers is that others want to take advantage of my fame. For example, my dear friend Gigi really wants me to tell you all a joke she made up and, because we are so close, I"m going to do it. But I have to warn you that, while Gigi is very sweet, she is not exactly Wanda Sykes. Her jokes are, well, you'll see. Here's the joke -- "Why did the cow eat grass?" Answer: "Because it was hungry." Haha! Stop, Gigi, you're killing me! Oh boy, that Gigi.

Tomorrow I'll probably have my friend Nigel insisting I share his tips on how to treat your sweetheart. Since his sweetheart is a cat, which fits so nicely with my blog theme, I may have to agree to it.

Love,
Gertrude

Hello and welcome to my blog! It's about time, I know. A LOT of people have been asking me when I would start sharing information about myself with everyone out there and the time has come. I named it the "Patron Saint of Cats Blog" because, as I recently learned, St. Gertrude is the Patron Saint of Cats. I am not Catholic and I don't much like cats, but I now feel a bit of responsibility to the cats out there. I live with a cat. His name is Zach and, boy, does that guy need a patron saint. He's not the most social of beings, shall we say. He gives you a good idea of where the term "scaredy cat" comes from.

I also live with a dog. Opus. That guy's a rascal. I think he'll eat me like a tiger would out on the range. But this predator has the most beautiful long blond hair you have ever seen. I don't want to go on too much because then my friend Renaldo gets jealous.

Well, that's all for now. Can't give all the good stuff away right away. Check back for more exciting news soon.

Love,

Gertrude