March 17th 2011 7:53 pm
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I’m the good kitty in this house. Samhain gets into no end of trouble.
Tonight, right after the Mama and Papa had turned out the lights, someone was making a racket in the hall, and Mama had to get up to see what was up. Of course, it was Samhain pulling things off the shelf in the bathroom and rolling them down the hall. I just watched.
Then, 15 minutes later, the lights go on again because someone is crackling paper up on the Mama’s table. It was Samhain, trying to get into a bag with some Easter chocolates. Mama had to put them in the kitchen. I was trying to sleep.
5 minutes later, the Mama is up AGAIN when she hears the lid to her teapot rattle. It was Samhain! She had the teapot cocked at an angle, barely held up by its handle. Another little tug and it would be on its side. And, guess what? IT WASN’T EMPTY. AND, it was sitting NEXT TO THE MAMA’S LAPTOP!!! Strike Three for Samhain!
So, both the Mama and Papa had to get up for awhile since by this time, they were thoroughly awake. I am so glad I’m the good kitty in this house.
February 17th 2011 8:00 am
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Samhain, you told! I didn’t throw up on purpose – it just kinda like…happened. Can I help it if I have a sensitive stomach – you know I get car sick, too. You just have a strong stomach ‘cause of Gods only know WHAT you ate when you were a kitten on your own out there for those 4 weeks. Mama was already taking care of me then – nyah, nyah!!!
And since you told on me, I’ll tell how whenever Mama leaves the room, you’re there crying at the door for her. Well, you are!
The good thing is that since we had our operations, Mama and Papa have let us sleep wherever we want to; we don’t have to go to our room at night since we’re not running and playing at 3 AM. Yet. But, give us a few more days, and let the Hour of Scampering begin!
February 15th 2011 8:02 am
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Taking it easy today. Mama and Papa left our door open last night so we could decide for ourselves where we felt most comfortable - in front of our heater in our room or with them. We both kinda gravitated back and forth. I checked on Mama 3 or 4 times just to make sure she was still there. We certainly didn't feel up to the "zoomies" like usual.
This morning Mama inspected us both to see if there was any swelling or redness around our incisions - we looked great!!! She says she'll have to remember to compliment our vets on the excellent job they did with both of us.
We've both had a couple of mouthfuls of wet food and a few bites of dry food, and maybe a swallow or two of water, but the vets said not to worry - it was normal for us to be a little "off our feed" for a day or two.
Just now as Mama was typing this for me, I jumped up in her lap, and stuck my head in her tea cup. She said it was a real pleasure to see me being so limber again, and to get my face the hell out of her tea! MOL
February 14th 2011 11:15 am
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So - Samhain and I got spayed today. Don't know yet what I feel about that. Seriously messed up my fur-do; have got a big shaved spot around my incision. No outer stitches to chew, they're all inside, so I'm not looking too much like Franken-kitty!
Mama bought us a new toy while she was stewing over whether we would survive our surgeries! It's a cool plastic globe with little paper butterflies inside. First she turned it on so the butterflies would fly around in it and occasionally fly out of a hole on the side, but Samhain freaked. She said she'd wait till she was feeling better to turn it on again. But in the meantime, we girls found out it was a whole lot more fun as paws-on entertainment. If you stick your paw in the little hole where the butterflies are supposed to come out of, you can pull hard enough to break the globe off of the motorized base. Then you can get your WHOLE HEAD in the hole on the bottom, and really nab those little suckers!!! THAT'S feline ingenuity! - bet those engineers never thought of THAT!!!
February 12th 2011 6:30 pm
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I was one week old when my mama left me. I don’t really remember her. My eyes were barely open; well – one eye, the other was gummed shut. I’m not even sure about her scent; that’s all mixed up in my head with my sister’s scent, now that she’s back with me again. But I’m getting ahead of myself…***
When my mama left, I cried and cried. It’s all I could do, but it had always worked before to bring her back. Not this time. And this time, even my sister was gone.***
I must have cried for hours, off and on. Once or twice I had the sense that some big animal came and looked at me, but she would go away again. It grew dark, and with the dark came the cold. Some instinct told me that I shouldn’t make noise when the dark came and there might be other animals about; but I couldn’t help it when I would think it was my mom coming back, I would call out for her. She never came.***
When it started to be light again, the big female animal came to see if I was still there. She brought me a warm blanket and fed me a little warm water on her finger. I was so thirsty and hungry, but the blanket felt good and I snuggled down and was quiet.***
Some time later she was back with some kitty milk in a bottle! [KMR, kitten milk replacer, my human mom called it.] It was strange, not like Mama’s milk, but still good. I drank till I felt sleepy again.***
And so my new life began. For a long time I didn’t do much but sleep and wake up to suck on my bottle. Then mama would wipe my little behind with a warm damp cloth so I would go to the bathroom. She’d burp me, too, on her shoulder!***
Every day we would ride in the car: “going to the bookshop” my now Mama and Papa would call it. While I was there, I saw other people who would want to hold me and pet me. I was a little afraid then, but Mama or Papa was always right beside me, so it was OK.***
When my teeth started to grow in, it was a little uncomfortable. Then I used to chew on the bottle instead of suck it when Mama would feed me. I had trouble getting to the milk; it was so frustrating! Mama had to wear gloves when she fed me because I would scratch and scratch at the bottle and at her hands, trying to get the milk and getting more and more angry when I couldn’t. Mama says it about made her want to cry, too!!!***
When I was four weeks old, I learned to lap, and then to eat a little ground up kitten food mixed with KMR. I told Mama I was THROUGH WITH THAT D--- BOTTLE!!! She wanted to throw a party, she was so thrilled! MOL. The only other time I saw her that happy was the first time I used the litter box! Both she and Papa thought that was “the cat’s meow”, though I don’t know why they were so surprised – what else would litter be for?***
When I was five weeks old, my sister showed up!!! Of course, I didn’t know it was her right away. All I knew was here was this strange black kitty trying to move into MY house, eat MY food, get loving from MY Mama and Papa. And not only that, she expected me to be happy about it!!! She kept chasing me and pawing at me; it was scary. I didn’t know she was just trying to play, and I would hiss and growl at her, but she wouldn’t stop. Gradually, I grew used to her. She hadn’t really hurt me, after all, and I realized it was just pretend.***
Now I can’t imagine what it would be like without her. We’re always together, and we play all day long! Well, except when we’re sleeping. Or eating. Or when I want loving from Mama or Papa, and she gets jealous and tries to push me out. Though, mostly I go to Papa first for loving, and Samhain goes to Mama. I guess I’m just a Daddy’s Girl and Samhain is a Mama’s Girl.***
Oh, and it was Papa who named me Sleeper because when I was a baby, I would sleep for hours without waking Mama up to feed me. She says it was only the first week that I was up every four hours or so. Wasn’t I a good girl?
February 9th 2011 5:57 am
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9 Degrees and a wind chill factor of minus gabillion out there. Brrrr!!! I just watched Mama carry our leftovers out to feed the birds. I think she was saying bad words.
Papa was holding me and my sister because we like to run out the door sometimes when she goes out. Well, Samhain likes to. I only go sometimes because she makes it seem like something neat, but I don't know why because it's much nicer in here where it's warm. And besides that, Samhain's always saying how scary it was as a kitten living in the wild and all the bad things out there - why would she want to go back? I think she's just trying to pretend she's wild and cool. Hmmpth!
I don't have time right now to write my story - have to play with mousie - but later I'll tell how I came to be Sleeper. If Samhain can have a diary, so can I!
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