November 25th 2011 10:09 pm
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... *looks around curiously*...
Hi, I don't really know what I'm doing. I guess recounting my story, Mom really doesn't need me here for this since I'm not much of a typer... small paws and all... but with her help I'll try.
It was a whole year or so ago... or thats what mom says. I don't get this year thing but she seems excited about it. Or she was a while ago. She says I was born in May the first day of such a thing. Then she pets me a lot, so it mush be a good thing.
I don't remember a whole lot about that time. It was cold and I couldn't see anything. My siblings and I were nursing with my cat mom (thats what mom calls her) when this other cat attacked us. I don't remember much about it other than two of my legs hurting really bad. Thats when my cat mom disappeared and I heard this loud slam. Then the attacker disappeared after some loud noise (I later found was mom yelling at him) and I was a lone something warm closed around my little body and I heard squealing and so I started crying.
Thats all I really remember from my first day. After that I found myself alone, mom said my only remaining brother died not long after she brought us into the main house. After that I learned to drink from this rubbery thing that I could gum on. I miss that thing, I really miss mom holding me and giving it to me. Thats how she fed me, every time I gummed or chewed on this thing milk came out of it! I can't believe it.
Then I opened my eyes and saw mom, and my little world. I was so amazed by this large tiger that she gave me to sleep with every night. I climbed under it and slept comfortably next to this funny thing that ticked. It made me feel better and I was able to sleep. My bed was always warm and I was always hungry but its ok because mom always took care of me when I cried. She even slept on the floor with me every night.
That continued for several months and then we moved to her bed. It was so much bigger than my little box on the floor. I often tried to jump off and cried for mom to pick me back up. Thats not long from when I met Godrich.
Godrich was interesting. He ate from the floor like mom kept trying to get me to do. I never understood that, why she wouldn't feed me the milk anymore, but she said I kept chewing through that rubber thing. I liked getting the milk all over, I don't know why she didn't like it... hmmm weird.
Anyway Godrich and I were great friends but then at about 3 months after I was born Mom had to go to something she called "college" but she had an apartment so I could come with. I was sad that I couldn't live with Godrich anymore. Thats when I met her "roommate".
I didn't like him much at all. He would spray me with water whether I did anything wrong or not. Mom yelled at him a lot for it but he kept doing it, so I would use his closet as a bathroom when he was away. It made me feel better, I don't know if Mom knew about it but if she did she never said anything about it. I never did like him much but I hung out with him when mom wasn't around. Mostly hide under his bed, but he never fed me when I cried or let me on his bed like mom did. Mom wasn't gone all the long though, she would stop in after work to sleep or come home for lunch after school.
When I turned a year, there is that thing again, old mom said her "roommate" wasn't living with us anymore. I was glad but I still don't like guys. I don't want them to hurt me or spray me.
Mom says I need to get used to different people since she isn't always around. She says nothing will happen to me where we live now. I still would rather hide in her room.
We moved back where she found me after he left. Its scary, there are people around all the time. My aunt is cool, but Grandpa scares me. He's just so big, and he has this loud deep voice. I have scratched him but he still seems persistent to say hello. I do admit I was scared our first two weeks here and he left me alone quite a bit when I told him I didn't want to be touched by him with my ears. Now he pets me sometimes when he has food... mainly cause I just want his food. I don't get any though, mom just laughs at my begging.
A couple days ago a bunch of different people I have never met came over. I was so scared but mom shut me upstairs with the other cats so I wasn't bothered. I stayed with my aunt up there because she was sick so I slept with her most of the day.
I'm not a huge fan of living at this place though, there are three other cats I don't know and I'm scared of Godrich now. He's bigger than me but he goes outside a lot... I don't like outside at all...
He has two kids, they annoy me. They are 3 months old and are jumping all over the place. I am getting used to them but mom holds them sometimes, and they sleep on her bed sometimes too. She holds me most, and she will push them off the bed for me but I leave anyway. Id rather sleep on her chair than with those two, they always bite my tail.
I love to play but I can't with them, their cat mom gets all angry, like I'm hurting them or something, then chases me until Mom stops her. Mom says she is one of my siblings from another litter but I just don't like her. Maybe one day, but until then I'll play with her kids in secret. Hehe.
Thats my life, so from now on I'll update ya a bit every once in a while.
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