Tales From Trapper the Cyber Snoop
Issue 1
December 5, 2017
Welcome to the first issue of my new blog. My human partner, the Author Richard Nurse, is giving me this opportunity to tell about his and my life from my point of view. I would like take this opportunity to tell you we first came to be friends. We first met on August 21, 2014, when my sister and I made our first appearance outside of the feral nursery. I was a bit more confident than she was, but we stayed pretty close as we just young kittens. We were truly blessed since we had the best cat mom in the world, who had long ago befriended my human, along with her mate Street-Fighter. Ye’up, my dad, is one of the stars of the Jasper, Street-Fighter, and Me Series.
I got the name Trapper, during the time that my human, was trapping us with Have A Heart trap, and getting us Spayed or Neutered, along with our shots. We all got to come back home, and live a very comfortable life for feral. Now how I really got my name, was that I was one of the first ones to be neutered and get my shots. When we came back, I quickly learned that if I went into the trap, I could grab a snack and that my human would let me out and reset it. I actually made three trips to the vets, once because he missed that it was I, and the last time was because I had suckered one of the bigger males into the trap along with me. He was a big Black and White male, that my father had designated as his heir apparent to the position of Alpha Male of our pride. My Human gave him the name of Mr. Bond or James for short since he told me his coat made him look like he was wearing a tuxedo. We became good friends during the night I spent in the cage with him. H’mm, that could make a great story for a future blog.
Mr. Bond telling tales to Sassy's four new kittens
I learned that I could trust my human, and I liked what I saw through the door, where the inside cats lived. Then one morning I was sitting at the door when he came out to feed us. He held the door open for me. I made my choice, and gave my sister, Cow Kitty, a gentle smack on the head and went in through the door. I stopped just inside the door and just sat there, waiting for the other cats to all appear. My human was squatted down and petting me as the other cats in the house began to come into the foyer to give me the once-over. They were lead, of course, by TomTom, the big red tabby, who not only rules the house and all inside it, but also is the reason why I was blessed to be born where I was. Needless to say, I was accepted into the inside gang, and I made myself very special to my human.
I hope you found this issue enjoyable and will continue to follow my new blog. Issue two will deal with the major life changes my human made earlier this year, and how it affected me.
