The Cats Who Saved America, Chapter 3, part 3

Kruger looked to the west. “How close would the ship have to be for the small rockets to reach it?”

“As close as possible,” Von Braun told him. “I think he wants you to take it all the way into New York harbor so that some bombs would fall on the city and others would go farther out to destroy large population areas.”

“It sounds like a suicide mission to me,” Kruger said.

Von Braun nodded. “it did to me, too. But he told me there are plans to have you and your crew abandon ship and the rockets would be launched automatically by electronics. The equipment is already on board. Oh, and there are other plans, too. The Fuehrer is very thorough.”

Kruger was puzzled. “Other plans?”

“I’m not sure exactly how this is being planned, but after all the rockets have been fired, the ship is to be brought close to shore and oil is to be sprayed as far out as possible.”


“And then the ship would be exploded, doing severe damage to the harbor and igniting the oil. It could set all of Manhattan Island ablaze.”

“But my crew and I would be long gone by that time.”

Von Braun nodded. “That’s what he said.”

The captain had one last question.

“Do you know whether the Fuehrer is coming here tonight so that I can discuss this with him?”

Von Braun nodded. “Yes, i think so. Oh, and what I have just told you is, of course, top secret. If I were you, I would discuss with him only the rocket launch, which he told me to explain to you”

Kruger leaned on the old ship’s railing, ” The city of New York,” he repeated to himself.


Meanwhile, Lili was informing Hans of a discovery she had made.

“In the compartment next to the captain’s quarters, lots of big boxes. Not yet opened. And a lot of cord, which I guess goes with what’s in the boxes.”

Hans licked a paw. “Sounds logical. I’ll bet Captain Kruger doesn’t know about this. We need to keep an eye on it for him. Maybe we can figure out a way to stop the nasty little man who hates cats from doing what he’s planning.”

Lili agreed, “Maybe.”

to be continued next month….


The Horrors of Declawing



The best way to understand the operation a veterinarian does to declaw a cat is to hold up both your hands, fingers outstretched.

Then imagine that your thumb and all your fingers are cut off at the joint just below your fingernails. It sounds like something Saddam Hussein and his sons did to their political enemies, doesn’t it? Something you wouldn’t want down to anyone, much less a companion you love.

Well, that’s what you’re doing to you cat if you have it declawed. It is literally mutilation of your cat’s paws. And no matter what any veterinarian may tell you to the contrary, it is excruciatingly painful to the cat, both physically and mentally.


In many, many ways. First of all, it deprives the cat of its primary means of defense. Since cats walk and run on their toes, it cripples the cat, making it unable to run fast.

It prevents your cat from ever being able to climb a tree to escape a vicious dog or other attacking predator.

It prevents the cat from being able to catch prey for its food if it escapes into the wild. Without claws, a cat in the wild can starve to death, if it isn’t first killed by a predator.

And perhaps most frustrating of all, it prevents your cat from being able to scratch if a flea or something else is bothering it.


People who know cats know full well how easy it is for a cat to escape from any house or apartment. How many times have you read in the newspaper’s lost and found column an ad for a poor cat or kitten who is missing–and who had been declawed?

The sad fact is that the psychological effects of a the pain and disfigurement of declawing often cause the cat to run away from home, and it will find a way to get out the door no matter what. Usually it will never been seen again.


They aren’t, in most civilized countries of the world. It’s against the law.

Unfortunately, the United States is not yet one of these countries. But many responsible vets in the United States flatly refuse to perform this cruel, brutal operation.


Probably. But there are many safe and painless alternatives to declawing. Read the ads in any of the popular cat magazines, and you will find many different products and procedures to keep your cat from using your furniture to remove the ragged edges of the sheaths of its claws-something cats must do to keep their claws sharp.

And any caring person with a little patience can train a cat not to claw furniture.

Cat Prayers


Dear God,

Thank you for giving me so many years of life. And thank you for giving me the friendship of my wonderful kitty, who is also old, but who is loving and loyal.

I have outlived all my human friends, God, and I would be very lonely were it not for the companionship of my wonderful cat. Each morning she awakens me, and we share the happiness of a new day. Without my kitty, I would have nothing to look forward to.

Bless and protect my kitty, Dear God, and if it be your gracious will, allow my kitty and me to live out our days together, and when you decide it’s time for us to go to our eternal rest, let us do so together, just as we have lived for so long together, in love and peace.

Lessons From Cats


Psychologists have said that one of the primary reasons many people are never able to achieve happiness is that they live constantly in fear of the unknown and worry about things that exist only in their imagination.

The fear that they may have some terrible illness prompts them to go to the doctor and then to worry constantly when the doctor is unable to find anything wrong.

When the economy is bad, they fear they may lose their jobs. And, of course, many religions have prospered because humans have no idea of what happens to them after they die, fear the worst and try to buy their way into heaven.

Cats don’t live in fear of the unknown. This doesn’t mean cats aren’t cautious. And it doesn’t mean cats don’t experience fear when they are threatened by something real, such as an automobile or predator. But they are able to enjoy a happiness most humans never achieve because they don’t live in fear of the unknown.

There’s a big difference between fear of the unknown and caution. Any intelligent person will exercise caution so as to guard against the legitimate possibility of danger. And when something real and dangerous is encountered, fear is an emotion that sends a rush of blood and oxygen to our brains to help us figure out how to protect ourselves.

But too many people fear things that exist only in their imaginations, and therefore cannot enjoy the real happiness that life is all about.

Cats can, because they don’t spend their lives imagining thing to be afraid of and worry about. We could learn so much from cats.


If your cat likes to go outside, check all information available to see if coyotes have been seen in your area.

Coyotes are small wolves, and they are rapidly taking over many areas of our country. They love cats –as meals.

Why are coyotes taking over our country?

Lots of people and organizations are to blame, starting with western cattle men who thought that coyotes were killing their herds. The cattlemen drove the coyotes east with gunfire and everything else available.

Also, blame the federal government, which literally moved hundreds of coyotes from the west to many eastern areas of the country.

The result has been that coyotes are now living all over Southeastern states and are moving to the north and northeast. A coyote was seen recently in New York’s Central Park, and it took much manpower to catch it.

Coyotes prey on cats and small dogs and often become very bold if garbage with food is left where they can find it.

The number of pets killed and eaten by coyotes is growing, and this means you’d better keep you cat inside if coyotes are in your area.

How do you drive away this animal?

It’s tough to do but there is one other animal it is afraid of, besides humans. Though, the coyote itself is a breed of wolf, it is very much afraid of wolves and will not go where it knows wolves are.

How does it know?

It knows by the signs wolves leave — mostly urine, which is how many animals identify other animals, friend or foe.

There are companies which sell urine of various animals, including wolf urine, which can be sprayed or placed around a yard to keep coyotes out.

But if you have a cat companion, don’t chances. If there are coyotes are around, keep you kitty indoors. It’s the only sure way to protect its safety.

The Cats Who Saved America, Chapter 2, part 2


The fuehrer and his bodyguards were gone. Captain Kruger was on the dock talking with Fritz about preparations of the old boat for an ocean trip. The captain had assured Hitler that the boat could handle it, and Hitler had replied that within a few weeks crews would arrive to make “special preparations” in several areas of the vessel. He did not say exactly what, but made it clear that all work would be carried out secretly, and everything done would be explained to Captain Kruger well in advance of the ship’s departure.

Lili Marlene hurried along the deck, sniffing at doors of cabins and storage areas until she found one that had been left partially open. She went to it, paused, and looked around and knew immediately what was inside.

And the cat communications began. Fritz knew she would find the cabin and wanted her to know that her friend Hans was alive.

Cats communicate mind to mind, and there are humans, including Fritz, who are able sometimes to tune in on those communications.

Lili went straight to a box containing old rags which had been fashioned into a bed. Hans was there, sleeping, and Lili awakened them.

“Hans! Are you alright?”

The male cat opened his eyes.

“Hello there, Lili. I’m thankful they didn’t shoot at you. Those humans must be crazy. Who was the idiot doing all the screaming?”

Lili sat down next to the box of rags, relieved to find Hans had survived.

“Did they hurt you? Did you get hit  by a bullet?”

Hans sat up in a crouch.

“Just barely scraped one of my legs,” he said. “I’ll be alright in a day or so. Those crazy people are gone, are they not?”

“Yes. And I see Fritz brought you something to eat. The crazy little human doing the screaming wanted him to throw you in the river.”

Hans licked his hurt leg. “I know. I heard him. And Lili, as you know, we cats are able to detect things about certain humans, and it was clear to me that I was confronted by a human who was pure evil.”

“The crazy little human doing the screaming is the chancellor of our country of Germany. And he is, as you said, a lunatic who deserves to be removed from this earth. I would love to get my claws into him.”

Hans closed his eyes and opened them again. “He will receive what he is due, sooner or later.”

Lili stood up. “I believe I could take him down with one leap and claw his throat.”

Hans looked up at Lili, who was almost twice his size. “I’m sure you could, Lili, but I have a feeling we will have an opportunity for revenge on that monster.”

Lili looked down at him. “A feeling?”

Hans turned over. “We cats get feelings about things, I have a feeling we will have the opportunity of punishing this crazy devili of a human. But we must be patient.”

Hans was about to go back to sleep. “I hope so. That human is capable of destroying other humans. Not just cats. Perhaps we can stop him.”

Lili sat up, tasted a little of the scraps Fritz had left and then groomed herself. “I know. Those humans are dangerous not just to the humans around here but to the world. They’re out to hurt and kill other humans. I hope we can stop them.”

Hans lay back down and closed his eyes. “Fritz will help. He told me he was going with us on the voyage.”

“Go to sleep, Hans. So your leg will heal. You and I and Fritz may have a chance to stop these insane humans from hurting anyone else. But I think we’d both better stay out of sight. I’m sure there will be lots of humans coming to work on this ship to get it ready.”

Hans closed his eyes. But before he went to sleep he communicated one message to Lili: “My feeling is that what they’re planning will be something dangerously evil and will be a threat to many, many other humans. We need to find out what they’re got to do and stop them.”

“Yes, indeed,” Lili replied. “And we will do it, Hans. You just get plenty of rest.”

to be continued…

The Cats Who Saved America, Chapter 2, part 1



At a dock in the Rhine River there was a very old but very large ship, which had carried freight and then been converted to carry oil and finally to carry weapons in case it was attacked. The vessel served no purpose and was expendable. And it suited Hitler’s plan perfectly. It was a chilly spring night when a squinty-eyed old man named Fritz took Captain Kruger, a much-revered hero for saving a destroyer from being sunk by a submarine on a tour of the old ship. Accompanying them was a cat.

“That,” observed Kruger, “is the largest domestic cat I’ve ever seen. What do you call it?”

“It’s a Forest Cat, Captain,” Fritz replied. “Just one step away from linking the wild cats with our housecats.” He petted the cat. “She is a big one, isn’t she? We call her Lili Marlene for the girl in the song that’s so popular with our troops.”

“I’ve always been fond of cats,” Kruger said, leaning down to get a better look at Lili. “But let me warn you. Get her out of sight, because the fuehrer is to meet us on the dock, and you may have heard about his problem with cats,”

Fritz looked at him quizzically. Kruger, a very large man, stood straight and gazed down at the cat, who was now sniffing his leg.

“Cats drive him crazy,” the captain said. “Even crazier than he already is. Please don’t quote me or he’ll have my head. The man throws fits if he sees a cat. Orders his bodyguards to kill every cat in sight. So send your cat back on the ship and tell her to stay hidden.”

“Will he let her stay on the ship?” Fritz asked. “And I’d like to go too, if you take her out.”

“When there are men on the ship, it means there’ll be rats. She’ll serve a good purpose. But not a word to the fuehrer..” He paused and listened. “I think I hear them coming now. Get the cat back on the ship.”

Fritiz guided Lili to a cabin door and pushed her inside. “You be quiet now.” he told her. “No noise,” He turned to the Kruger. “Will the fuehrer get on the ship?”

“I doubt it,” the captain replied. “Let’s stay on the dock. I can tell him all about the vessel.”

Fritz was curious. “What does he plan to do, Captain?”

Kruger shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine, Mr. Fritz. Perhaps he’ll tell us. But I know he wants to take the vessel out, and I think she’s in shape to make at least one more trip.” He turned back toward where Hitler and a small group of bodyguards were approaching.

Suddenly there was a scream, and three of the men accompanying Hitler moved closer to him as if to protect him. Two uniformed men drew their pistols, the modern Walther P-38s, and pointed them toward the end of the dock.

“Kill it!” screamed Hitler. “Kill it!”

He was struggling to get loose from the plain clothes bodyguards, but they guarded him as if an assassination attempt was occurring.

“Cat,” Hitler screamed. “Cat! Kill it!”

One of the uniformed men aimed his pistol and fired three shots, and Kruger could see something about 50 feet away thrown high into the air.

Now the other uniformed man fired, and whatever it was slumped down in a heap, still moving.

“We got it,” one of the men told the fuehrer quietly. “Nothing to fear now,” He holstered his gun.

Fritz had witnessed all this from the gangplank and now hurried to where a wounded cat was lying.

He scooped it up in his arms and walked back toward the ship.

“Throw it in the river,” screamed Hitler. “Throw it in…”

Fritz started up the gangplank.

“I’m taking it to the other side of the ship,” he told Hitler. “Where the water is deeper.”

Hitler did not reply and Fritz reached the top of the gangplank and disappeared through the door.

And the “attack” on Germany’s chancellor was over.