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Hello New World!

The real me is coming out to play!

Today is one week and a day since I've been in my new home. And what an eventful week it has been!

Last Friday, Mom took me to the Vet. I was kinda nervous, see, because I had really begun to like my new home and the thought of going back in the carrier was not my favorite thing in the world. Mom told me the whole way in the car that I was not leaving her side, and we'd be home before I knew it.

Once at the Vet, I met with two nice ladies who just thought I was too precious for words. The one lady did most of the examining, the other just held me. Anyway, the examiner told Mom that I am underweight, and also that I have missing teeth! Apparently my top left incisor is gone. Since my gums were ok and healthy, the examining one said she thought it was probably due to a fight. I am a tough cookie, huh?

I came in at a whopping 7.3 lbs.

After we got home, Mom promised I wouldn't have to go in that carrier for a long time (hopefully a whole year). That just made me come alive, and the "real me" showed up.

While I am still very loving and sweet, I discovered toys. Especially this one which is like a feather on the end of a fishing pole. Mom dangles it in front of me and I go nuts! I bounce off the walls with it.

On top of that, I am also making really good eye contact with my family. When I first got there, I kept my head low, like I wasn't sure of my environment. But now, I shine my pretty green eyes right at them. I love them, after all.

Oh, and I discovered how cool scratching pads are. Mom got me a bunch, and I love clawing at them and Mom loves that I am using them instead of the carpet.

The other feline and I are getting along fine. We aren't really playing (she isn't much of a player anyway, Mom says) but we are walking past each other and not hissing or anything. Good times!

The canine still wants to smell my butt, and a couple of times I told her with my paw and a smack what I thought of her. She's gotten the point, so far.

Mom says the best part is that I look like a whole different cat. I have put on weight, my coat is shiny and beautiful, and my face filled out. I am just too pretty for words, she says. And she forgot what it was like to have a youngish cat around the house. She and Dad think I am funny.

Dad says he has never met another cat who likes pets as much as I do...I think I agree.

Where you goin', Ma? Take me!

Well, today is day three in my new home. And boy do I love it.

Last night, Mom came home from work and came into my room to see me. I was so excited to see her, and purred like crazy and rubbed all over her legs. She spent some time with me, but then she said she had to take the big yellow dog for a walk and she'd be back.

Well, I decided I couldn't bare the though of her leaving again, so I broke out of my room. It was easy, really. I just jumped over the gate that was blocking my way out.

Mom didn't know, and she came home to look for me in my room. She didn't see me, so she thought I was under the bed or something. She was talking to me (MOL) while she cleaned out my litter box. Little did she know I was in another room!

After she finished, she walked into the kitchen to see my kitty sister and little ol' me. Sitting right there like I didn't have a care in the world. My dog sister came over and we met, and I didn't do anything differently.

So, all three of us kids living together in harmony. My kitty sister still hisses sometimes when she sees me, but she isn't trying to go after me and sometimes she doesn't hiss at all.

This morning, I showed Mom that I really could be her shadow. I follwed her everywhere while she tried to get ready for work. And I talked to her, to keep her company. Then, when she had to leave, I even tried to follow her out the door. Alas, she said she'll need to teach me that I can't do that, and that she'll be home soon enough.

Until then, I can go back to having full reign on the house, and living in peace with my new family.

My first night home

Wow, I don't know what to make of this place! I sure know I like it though.

I met this woman who I think I'll call Mom a couple of weeks ago. She came to see me at this place I was staying with my kittens. Most people came in and saw my babies and went right for them, which is what I expected her to do. But something was different about this one.

Little did I know that she had a long talk with my Foster-Mom before she even came! She knew all about me, my name, my personality, everything. So when she came in, she paid me a lot of attention and I liked it.

Then, sadly, she left. She told me she'd see me soon, but I didn't understand what she meant.

The next thing I knew, I was back in the shelter with lots of cats and barking dogs. People walked up and down the halls all day but I had a note on my cage telling them that I was spoken for. It turns out that Mom had already filled out an application and had been approved.

So, I sat there and waited, and waited, and waited. What, I didn't know for. But the nice shelter workers kept telling me that my milk had to dry up from nursing my babies before they could spay me. And apparently I had a lot of milk. You would too if you had six babies!

Two nights ago, I had surgery to spay me. I was in some pain, but then tonight, that all faded. Mom showed up at the shelter with an empty carrier, and left with me in it.

I sat next to her on the car ride home and talked to her, reaching out and tapping her hand. When she stuck her fingers in the grate, I would rub my face up against them. And then, we were home.

Out came a man, Mom called him my Daddy, who took my carrier and looked inside-he said I was beautiful. They brought me to a special room by myself and let me out. I didn't do a thing, just purred and loved on them. Mom brought me food and water and showed me my litter box. I started eating right away, which is good because I am very skinny.

There is a gate keeping me in my separate room, but I can see through it. Another kitty and a yellow dog came up to it and we all touched noses. I didn't even run. When the kitty hissed once, I did back up slightly, but she hasn't hissed at me since. I think she'll like me after all.

Mom says I need to stay in my room for a couple of days to make sure everyone gets along and that my stitches heal up.

I think I am gonna like it here.