Creekview Story, Part II

[New to my blog or missed last Friday’s post? You might want to read this first.]

Well, I’m afraid I was unsuccessful in deterring Steve from joining the Springhill Ballers. I warned him that his new friend Gus, leader of the Ballers, has a checkered past which could spell trouble. But Steve didn’t care. All he was worried about was finding the right outfit for his initiation.


After trying on too many of Ethel’s costumes to count, looking through countless issues of our moms’ Vogue Knitting, and scouring Ravelry, Steve finally settled on what he thought was the perfect outfit. He even used our moms’ Amazon Prime account to order it so he’d have it in time for his initiation. I hope I’m there when our moms see THAT mystery charge!

In the days building up to Steve’s initiation, I hardly slept a wink because of an incessant flow of feline visitors at our windows. This gang definitely has made Steve more popular!


The day of the initiation Steve was a ball of nerves. We had to go over his escape plan several times to make sure he could sneak out of the house while our moms were away at work. [I’m not telling you how he did this, but it’s the same way we got Baby Girl INSIDE the house for our Rebirthing Exercise.]

Then Steve tried on his outfit a million times making us all tell him how great he looks. Of course our sister, Ethel, refused to say anything nice and instead told him he could take his outfit and put it where the sun doesn’t shine. I’m not sure where that is — maybe the hamper? It’s pretty dark in there.


This picture says a thousand words. [Most of them too profane for this blog.]

After Steve left, I waited by the window for him to return. While I was hanging out, our neighbor, Baby Girl, came to see me saying she had new information about why the Springhill Ballers, not the Creekview Disciples, want Steve in their gang.

As it turns out, the leader of the Creekview Disciples is none other than Scruffy! Remember him?


[If you don’t remember, or are new to my blog, my brother Steve had a boyfriend named Willow. Willow broke up with Steve after being pressured by a group called FelExodus to abandon his “lifestyle” and date female felines. When that didn’t work out for Willow [imagine my surprise!], Willow started dating Scruffy. Steve was devastated that not only did Willow not want him back, but he chose a ruffian over him. And I mean devastated. He even let his abs go for awhile there. I was very worried. But back to my story….]

Baby Girl told me that the Springhill Ballers invited Steve to join their gang in order to make Scruffy mad! I knew there had to be a reason… they were using Steve! Suddenly I felt very bad for him.

Just as Baby Girl was getting to the good stuff, Steve came sulking through the yard, looking completely dejected. I helped him inside and he told us that the night was a total bust. He said the fellas laughed at his outfit! They told him he couldn’t be initiated until he came back in a “Real Tom’s” clothes. But Steve didn’t understand what they meant. He thought he looked tough!


After all, he’d done extensive research and modeled the outfit on what he thought was the human equivalent of a tough – yet undeniably handsome — street hustler.


Steve’s idea of how to be bad-a** yet still good looking. He particularly liked the vest [to show off his abs], but the one he found online didn’t have free two-day shipping.

Steve wondered where did he go wrong? What upset him even more was that on his way home he passed by Willow and some of his compatriots. He heard them hootin’ and hollerin’ and thought they were laughing at him, too.

Our canine sister, Eggnog, joined us saying she overheard our conversation and thought maybe she could help. She said we were too young to remember, but in her past she had experience with thug life and had some ideas on what Steve could do differently to fit in. That seemed to make Steve feel better.


Eggnog a thug? Huh?!

In the meantime, I’m going to track down Baby Girl to get, as one of my favorite storytellers, Paul Harvey, would say, “The Rest of the Story.”

23 thoughts on “Creekview Story, Part II

  1. Carol, this is Snowflake- I live with Deb who comments here quite often. I would never usually take the time to write…I’m pretty old, umm I mean mature for all this blogging crap and most of the time I can’t remember why I leave my chair and bed, or why Deb hasn’t opened the shower door so I can go get my favorite tasting water leftovers, but I was sitting with her and when she read your story and saw the pictures of that cat with the leather hat and choker thing she started spluttering and laughing and ran off saying something about peeing her pants or something so I thought I’d take this opportunity to tell you that Deb really likes to read your stories. I see her smiling a lot after she reads them. Me…well don’t take offense but most of the time I just don’t get all this and I sleep like 20 hours a day anyway so I miss a lot. I’m glad you make Deb smile and laugh though.

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    • Hi, Snowflake! I’m so glad your mom liked my post and my pictures of Steve. I hope she made it to the bathroom in time! I do wonder though, and maybe in your aged wisdom you can enlighten me, why humans find our business so funny? Our moms are always laughing at us too.

      Please tell your mom thank you for being so great!! I’ll let you get back to your nap now!


      • Carol, it is simple: jealousy. Humans are completely envious that we are the masters of just about everything, except thumbs perhaps, but our superiority in all things allows them moments whereby they can live vicariously through our feline eyes and have complete freedom to say f*** the world! I am a cat and I don’t give a damn!

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      • Jealousy! That makes PERFECT sense. You are indeed wise, Snowflake. Next time my moms laugh at one of us, instead of getting mad or feeling embarrassed, I will smile because now I know the Truth. Thank you!


    • Hi, Noodle! Steve’s definitely having a rough go. Even I feel bad for him! I’ll pass your compliment onto Eggnog. I just hope it doesn’t go to her head. I already live with one diva!

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    • I hope this ends well, too – for Steve’s sake and mine! Eggnog seems to think she can help, but, like you, I find that unlikely. What could a cockapoo possibly know about thug fashion?!

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  2. hello carol its dennis the vizsla dog oh hay wow i had no ideea yoo guys wer so street!!! i may need to kall on yore gang sum time to help owt with the ninja hedjhogs or the other thugs wot i hav to deel with on a semikonstant baysis!!! ok bye


    • Hi, Dennis the Visla Dog! I don’t know how much we can help (so far Steve hasn’t fared very well!), but feel free to call on us and we’ll give it our best! Thanks for visiting!


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