First Time as a HuCat

That was my very first time as a HuCat & my first pool party & kind of an odd sensation morphing from angel into Human / Cat / both at the same time. Do cats like water even? Some maybe, but I wasn't that fond of water yet as a HuCat I dived into the swimming pool at Kitthaven Estates & swam around & oh, look I could have been a Nemo fish or a mermaid or a scuba diver with my dolphins following me around, but no I had to be a HuCat. Okay, my typist my meower, next time I am not being outshined by cute little Himalayan cats that have morphed into Nemo fish from a modern day cartoon movie so that everyone says oh how cute look at the cute little Nemo fish! That's number one and next hey, some cat came with dolphins -- MOUSER! Next thing that tuxedo cat was a MerCatMaid so look -- I don't think my swimsuit photo is that hot either as I was a lovely regal cat as I grew & my hair is just downright ugly & short in that photo. Long lovely hair at the very last, do you understand? Next thing, will write an entry meow it about Mom & swimsuits but need to get this out of the way & will just have to save that one. Cruise? Coming up too. I will need an assortment of HuCat clothing several swimsuits & some characters not Nemo fish though plus I will need some lovely angel pictures with appropriate backgrounds as part of the time I just need to be an angel cat. Maybe cat with sunglasses photos or with a nice hat on for days I just feel like being a cat but with a little extra. I was outshined by NEMO FISH cats & Little Emma & others were all oh, look at the cute little CATFISH! SHANE LADD! SHAUN! OH! I was cute when I was a kitten. Is it my fault that I grew to be beautiful & is there anything wrong with that one? NO! You grew too but that's right Himalayan cats are shorter and smaller, not all of them but some, and are very cute. AAAAAHHHH! Long gorgeous locks for my next swimsuit pic please & hmm, what great creature can I be? Still can be a nice MerCat can't I? Yes. Something lovely not cute.
With arched back, Aurora

Fairy Tale Time

Yes, they said Mom had moved into fairy tale world but she worked & she was a very responsible woman at her job & at home, but this strange habit had formed with her. She would scoop me up from wherever I was & pick up storybooks & fairy tale books at first just the kids old ones & then she actually went out & bought brand new books & said she was breaking them in because she needed them. Her kids just laughed & the son said I'm grown up now & of course he wasn't & I don't like fairy tales. The little girl was far from grown up & would say she was grown up too, but she would sometimes find her Mother & hide & listen or sit at her feet & half pet me & say she was just there to pet me. She wasn't really ready to grow up yet & she knew it too.

The ritual was not always at the same place just that Mom would pick me up & carry me to the bedroom & lie on the bed before she took a much needed nap exhausted from her day at work & needing a little rest before she cooked supper & got up & did a few household chores. Mom would bring in a book. I liked all the stories cause Mommy read them in such a soft gentle voice and she would put me right by her side or nearly blocking her view of the book propped on her stomach & she would read. Once Upon a time there was a young woman whose father died & so she had to live with her evil stepsisters & stepMother -- Cinderella. Then the princess pricked her finger on the spinning wheel but she did not die but rather fell asleep for a hundred years -- Sleeping Beauty. More of them for another time, but the way Mom read the stories I could see the places, I the cat curled up on the hearth near the ashes with Cinderella. I the cat purring at Sleeping Beauty's feet -- Princess Aurora -- as she pricked her finger on the spinning wheel & the entire kingdom including me fell asleep. Mommy sometimes embellished the stories & used different voices for characters & described things or pointed out the pictures & showed them to me. She would pat her belly often & seemed to be talking not just to me on her belly but to her belly which was growing. I was wise cat for my age & knew this was a miracle occurring & hoped that one day I too would know Motherhood. Mom & I were sharing a very special time together. Sometimes she would say names aloud & she always said that she wanted to name a daughter Aurora & call her Rory & what a great name for a cat & a child. Rory like roary or roaring, a cat that roars like a lion or tiger. A child with the wonderpurr qualities of a cat who would be very little girlish & feminine & in love with pretty pink like me.
From the Roses, Rori / Rory (Princess Aurora)

The Rain, The Park, & Other Things....

Cowsills - The rain, the park, and other things Lyrics
Album: Best Of Cowsills

I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me

Then I knew (I knew... I knew... I knew... I knew)
She could make me happy (happy... happy)
(She could make me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (in her hair)
Flowers everywhere (everywhere)

(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don't know just why; she simply caught my eye
(I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind; she crept into my mind
(To my mind... to my mind)

I knew I had to say hello (hello... hello)
She smiled up at me
And she took my hand and we walked through the park alone

And I knew (I knew... I knew... I knew... I knew)
She had made me happy (happy... happy)
(She had made me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (in her hair)
Flowers everywhere (everywhere)

(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don't know just why; she simply caught my eye
(I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind; she crept into my mind
(To my mind ... to my mind)

Suddenly, the sun broke through
(See the sun)
I turned around she was gone
(Where did she go)
And all I had left was one little flower in my hand

But I knew (I knew... I knew... I knew... I knew)
She had made me happy (happy... happy)
(She had made me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (in her hair)
Flowers everywhere (everywhere)

(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me
(I love the flower girl)
Her love showed me the way to find a sunny day
(Sunny day... sunny day... sunny day)

(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me


Really read the lyrics and this is indeed my theme song as she vanished when the rain stopped & left a flower behind and with me every time Mommy saw tea roses little pink ones it just brought tears to her eyes and they even had a rose arbor in their backyard for awhile a white painted thing that looked like something for a wedding and a gazebo but that last might have been borrowed and eventually they just took it down and gave it away. The neighbors had those too arbors for roses of different kinds that attracted hummingbirds but most were different trellises for around the front door and a couple of summers of stings from different types of bees and those went down. My song especially that last line "Was she reality or just a dream to me?" the way things were here things that happened became dreams, sweet dreams tinged with the sadness of death or disappearance sometimes. Sigh. But at least I'm remembered and have a page again and I live, I live in glorious living color memories!
From the flowery rain, The Flower Girl Aurora

Flower Girl, Flower Children

At least you lived if no one has figured that out taking their dusty moth eaten memories out of that old trunk in the basement and trying to repair or restore the memories Shane. I knew you were alive and that the beloved Shaun wasn't, sweet ghost of a cat. When I died actually when the cat that replaced me died because they were so bad about pulling that one like it would make it all better, I ran away with the flower children with flowers in my hair. Will have to find that old song, what was it the Cowsills "I love the flower girl... flowers in her hair... flowers everywhere" because I was having a great time running around in fields of flowers (yes, it's called The Rainbow Bridge and it's a great place but don't be in a rush to get there -- enjoy your time as an earth cat) with other cats like me enjoying the times. Not a hippy a carefree flower child going from place to place with other cats like me. Not quite. I had crossed the Rainbow Bridge and actually the kids knew it but they went along with it and then Dad this time "brought me back" and it was the opposite with me: the cat that replaced me kitten smaller than I was when I crossed over the Bridge was whiter paler than me. I was the warm tan color with chocolate markings and hers though Sealpoint still were pale fur with more black markings and she needs to go on this page too. All the cats need to join us. There was a good reason for it, Shane, because Mom was expecting and the stress of how I died just how she lost me nearly caused her to miscarry and she so missed me her regal lady cat so this time Dad didn't try to reason with her because she sobbed for her poor little girl cat all the time and Dad wanted her to go into denial and so he accepted the stories and waited for me to get big enough to bring home and kept stopping by and asking. Oh there I go saying it was me when it was her, but I lived again through her like we were bonded souls and didn't leave until she crossed and hey wait a minute... she didn't die as a kitten. I did although I grew up quite a bit and was an older kitten though they kept making me younger and younger years later to make it more and more tragic. Oh, she died so young. She was only and before you knew it I was only about two months old when I died and just had so little time with them. No I was much closer to adulthood than that although never made it to my first year birthday and I was old enough to have kittens by the time I died, never had any, but I was old enough.

Yes Shane I know you and happy that you made it to Daily Diary Pick because maybe you're the beginning the key to this whole denial thing of our humans. Remember me, Aurora? So many times I was accused of biting my tail when I was actually biting your tail! Oh how I adored you Shane! I was going to grow up & you were going to be mine, not Thomas but you! Thomas was Thomasina's mate and she just let me know that fact and he was more like a big brother cat to me! Remember now my humans? Shane was so upset when I died too, knew he missed me that he took up with the new kitten right away in denial himself a little bit or maybe it was just that I had found a way to live again, markings like his own and so he could streak around and they would talk about her being such a silly little thing running around from hiding place to hiding place. Maybe she was there to lure you out Shane, maybe they weren't in such denial after all. What do you think? I so loved playing with you and Thomas though we had to hide out to play which I had a hard time understanding at first. Playing in the basement was always great fun and it was a good thing that our people were so afraid of that basement just because that floor was so very cold pressed against the cold earth the way it was. Too many horror movies about things & monsters lurking in the basement, too many scary stories, too many scary books! That worked out for the cats just fine, that horror movie thing! So surprised that they didn't notice when you yowled in rage because I bit your tail so hard, but I just wanted you to come out and play! Instead sometimes they fussed at poor Thomas because I would be mewing at you to come out, come out wherever you are and so they would assume I was in pain and he did something to me! Yes, that's exactly why I was facing under the sofa and under the chair and didn't you notice that tail wagging in and out from underneath that piece of furniture? Oh, that's right. I had a long tail and so it must just be curled around funny.

Welcome to Catster Shane my love. Glad you have your own page & so happy that you're a Daily Diary Pick. No one will deny you now.
From my flowers, Princess Aurora

Tea Rose Water Bowl

Sometimes Mommy would pick some tea roses and then pick off most of the stems & make them very short & she would fill a bowl with water and float a bunch of these little pink roses in the water. Then I would get up on the end table where she placed the flowers and bat at them or sometimes this is what I would do. I would bat them out of the water onto the floor at times and then have a tea rose toy and bat the rose all over the room until it dried up & wilted and go bat another one out of the bowl and do the same with it. Other times I would just dip my paw into the bowl and bat the rose top into the air and try to eat it! Yuck! The tea roses didn’t taste very good, but once they dried out the ones I batted under things, the dried flower petals were fairly tasty. Other times Mommy would place the bowl of tea roses in their water on the table and I would treat it like my own personal water bowl and have drinks from the water until Mommy noticed the water was going down. Then she would refill it and blame it on the hot days evaporating the water. One day she finally caught me and didn’t fuss really just said that I was a silly little girl kitten and that wasn’t my personal water bowl but was for decoration and to make the living room smell nice & pretty. But I still treated it as my personal water & toy bowl mostly. Often I had the lovely smell of tea roses about me.
Love to Mommy, Princess Aurora

Perfume (Achoo!) & Make up

My Mom worked wasn’t just a stay at home wife and Mother something called a housewife like they’re married to the house, not that there’s anything wrong with it and Mommy said sometimes that she wished that she could do that but that she had to save for her old age. She said times would be hard for old people with no money although at least she had children who could help her and Daddy out if need be and she did expect that from them. Why do people worry so much when they’re young about when they will grow old? I always wondered that but I was just a kitten even if I was growing into and older kitten part of that time and Mommy said I would be an elegant lady cat long and thin and beautiful.

Perfume & Cologne? Most of that stuff I hated! It gave me a little burning feeling to my eyes and anywhere it got under my fur and Mommy would tell me to move while she sprayed it but I just never could, was mesmerized and fascinated and hypnotized by Mommy’s rituals of spraying perfume or cologne or dabbing it on spots on her body and putting on make up. The perfume often made me sneeze too but not the lighter stuff. Mom had a way of misting it into the air and walking through it and letting some settle on her with the cologne. The perfume she would dab on her finger and then on her wrists and behind her knees and on her throat and at her temples and behind her neck and other places but just a little tiny bit of it at a time meaning I had to sniff all of the places that she put it. And sneeze some more, at first little baby kitten sneezes and then older kitten sneezes. And then nearly elegant lady cat gentle sneezes. My, I lived a little longer than people remembered -- how could they forget me? I was becoming such a lady like my Mommy when I died the victim of cruelty. Guess our memories of tragedies are faulty at times too and something so terrible and heinous happens and somehow it flaws our memory and distorts it. Loved my Mom’s cologne ritual, though, and the way she sprayed her scarves wafting them through the mist in the air -- never put perfume on her scarves just the cologne and she had certain colognes or perfumes for different outfits. Some called my Mommy boyish in figure and so not feminine due to it but she was very feminine and very much aware that she was a girl a grown lady and quite feminine just not helpless and in need of being rescued.

Loved watching Mommy put on make up too! The times late 1960’s early 1970’s and different types of make up and Mom had such choices because there were all different ways she could be. She would talk about how she was a career woman and a Mother and fuss about not needing make up in the same way but she did. She had a passion for red lipstick and I so enjoyed watching the lipstick move as she put it on her mouth. She didn’t just slash it on or use it like a crayon and fill her mouth with color. She was so careful and I was sit very still and watch until I couldn’t stand it and had to swipe at the tube. Mommy would fuss a little -- or Rori look at what you made me do and I would mew and mew because Mom would have a line by her mouth and she would take a tissue and wipe it off and start anew placing the tissue on the edge of the bathroom sink. I wasn’t bored but I loved that red on the tissue that had such a good smell to it, not like the cologne or perfume at all but with a scent and a nice texture to it so I would have to swat it to the floor and bat it around the room. Then Mommy would inevitably notice and fuss at her little kitty cat though I could always get her to forgive me -- after she wiped the red off of my paws and any footprints I had left on the walls and on the bathroom floor. Didn’t really look blood like more like child’s art work Mommy would say and at first she thought her children were doing it and would fuss at them about being jealous of such a sweet little kitten -- with a devil of a mischievous streak because I was always into something. Guess I’ll have to mreow & mew more about Mommy’s make up another time because it’s time for a little cat nap over the Bridge. Think I’ll find a nice tree in a breeze where I can dream about being a little kitten again and Mommy’s adoration of her little girl cat.
From the Roses, Aurora

Outside Time & Cats in Water

Loved my outside time with Mommy too. She liked to sit outside on the long reclining lawn chair with its lattice strips of canvas and plastic and just watch the birds or read a book. I enjoyed watching the birds too and she would talk to me and pat her stomach and I would sit stand by her and purr or get up on her lap and purr and watch the birds. I really wanted to go over and feel one and taste one the feathers and the flesh of the bird but Mommy said no, Rory you’re a house cat and a little lady and you are not to kill any of the birds. But she would laugh at my clumsy attempts to jump after one a step leap and step leap sort of thing. She said your Mother cat didn’t take you outside and teach you to catch birds so if you want to learn to catch one you’ll have to teach yourself because that I can’t teach you. I tried. I really did, but I was still a kitten though a growing one and not yet the graceful cat Mother knew that I would be. I was growing into that graceful young cat before I died so tragically. But just then I was a clumsy little kitten and my feet seemed to big for me and were awkward and just wouldn’t do what I tried to tell them to do and I would get tangled up in them and tumble head over heels. Mom would laugh and that was a beautiful sound to my ears her laughter in that time when I didn’t know my life wouldn’t last long. Much better than the hidden tears she cried after I was murdered and the way she went on about how ugly the world could be and that this was the suburbs and things weren’t supposed to be this way that this wasn’t the city where all the nasty people were supposed to live. There weren’t supposed to be evil teens who got pleasure out of hurting living creatures here, but that was later.

Loved the tea roses as I’ve said before, just loved to hide in these little pink tea roses and in the Spring there were not yet red bugs all over them and Mommy didn’t have to give me a flea shampoo. I didn’t really like baths but Mommy made them quick and the kids would laugh at her and say don’t you know you’re not supposed to give cats a bath that they hate water so she was a little cruel and said but all Siamese cats like water, didn’t you know that fact? Thomas needs a bath so the vet recommends flea shampoo treatments as the most effective way to fight fleas and here use this on Thomas. Uh he’s a little big for the sink said the male child / teen or near teen. Yes, well, you need to put some water in the bath tub and wash him there she said from her bathroom as she was finishing me up and I surely wasn’t fighting her so into the other bathroom they went and ran the bath water. Then they got the cat and you have never heard such yowling and cat screeching in all of your life! Never seen a cat jump so frantically in the air either. Well, the vet did recommend the flea shampoo as the most effective treatment but the kids got scratches on their arms and bruised arms trying to fight that cat into the bathtub. Mommy said you know I didn’t realize he would be quite that mad and violent because he wasn’t that upset last time. Of course, I just rubbed the shampoo on him and used a damp cloth and then put him in and out of the shower really fast. He wouldn’t come out from under the bed until the next day. The kids were really mad with her but he did get his flea bath which was a good thing. I only put up with baths because Mommy never hurt me and she was quick and it was her and her I trusted. Now if the kids had tried to give me a flea shampoo bath which they did try later because anything Mommy could do they could do better, I would have been far, far worse than Thomas was -- and I was but maybe another time I’ll mew about that one. The kids liked to say I went Yew instead of mew and that later I would learn to yowl like a true Siamese cat!
From the Roses with some thorns, Princess Aurora (Rory)

Two Girls in the House

Mommy got me because she wanted a kitty cat of her own a little kitten that would go from silly to a fine lady cat and who could keep her company. Sometimes she liked to say that we were the only two girls in the house even though she had a daughter because the daughter was a little girl going through a tomboy phase and playing army and crawl on your belly in the mud and playing gangsters and other games that were more boyish. The little girl didn’t like wearing dresses and only put them on for Sunday school and church because her Mother made her and she hated hair ribbons and bows and barrettes but I loved ribbons either to be dangled so that I could play with them or woven around my collar and I loved little kitten stick on bows placed near my ear. I was Mommy’s little girl for awhile because she said she had a son and a daughter who wanted to be a little boy too or at least for awhile. We were the feminine ones in the house and Daddy liked to tell Mommy that’s because she was like a cat herself moreso than even other women very hard to fathom, difficult to understand and mysterious and downright confusing at times. Sometimes Mom got the fly swatter and swatted him when he said things like that and sometimes just rolled up her magazine and popped him with it. I would just purr then and she would tell me what a sweet little thing I was, what a good kitty and we would wonder at the male species. I was Mommy’s little girl kitty and not the guys or tomboy’s in the house and I tried to stay away from everyone except Mommy for the most part. I loved Mommy and I put up with the kids but they just didn’t understand me at all and that I wouldn’t be silly forever and would have grown up to be a long tall graceful elegant lady cat. Strange children not to enjoy kittens so much. Daddy said they did like kittens and that they were just jealous of all the time Mommy spent with me and were disdainful of all our girl talk in what the men and the little girl tomboy had turned into men’s world in the house. Mom said she got so tired of everything being so masculine and rough all the time and that I was a gentle sweet little girl cat that reminded her that things could be more feminine and lovely and calm and serene and peaceful. I didn’t hate the kids really & they didn’t hate me. They just didn’t understand why Mom found my silly antics so funny or why she wanted a “girl” cat said with the utmost contempt and condescension like being a girl was the worst thing in the world and being a girl cat even worse. They didn’t understand why when I ran sideways or did my little tumbling act purposely going head over heels repeatedly was so amusing to Mother and why she laughed sometimes until she had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. Now Daddy always wanted a film camera to catch me on film partly for Mommy and he said that would help the kids too cause one day they would look back and understand why I was so funny! Dad did get some photos took my picture but somehow over time all of those photos were lost. They would laugh now if they saw them and would remember the crazy antics of their cats partly done to hear that wonderful laugh of Mommy’s and to see her smile and to have her pick me up and carry me around and hold me to her and pet me and tell me what a lovely little kitten purr I had. Mommy was so young and pretty then though now that she’s much older and grayer I still love her all the same and still think she’s beautiful as I watch her from over the Rainbow Bridge and guard her in spirit.
Purrs & Tumbles, Princess Aurora (Rori)

Roses & Thorns

Knew both in my short life == roses & thorns. My favorite place outside to hide was in these walls of tea roses that trailed over the fence beautiful pink things but they were full of red bugs & my Mother human would have to powder me when I came inside & sometimes just a dusting of her sweet smelling talc or bath powder did the trick and made the itchies go away from the red bug bites. I loved hiding in the roses and watching the cats and dogs and people walk by and loved the fact that no one but human Mommy ever knew I was there. She knew me too well and knew where I liked to hide out, worried about me outside her precious kitten. Oh yes, she said to Daddy that I was for the children but really I was hers & I always knew that even if they didn't. Loved Mommy best. The kids I liked and Daddy too cause he let me sleep in the bed with them & apparently I needed his permission but the kids were kids and I was Mom's not theirs and so I enjoyed playing with them at times but just for short stretches cause I would get bored and so would they and it was time to go find Mommy and beg a treat or take a nap as close to her as I could get.
In remembrance, Princess Aurora (Rori)