May 16th 2013 11:56 am
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So now that most of you have met them all, mom said I can write in my diary about the whole furamily, or, "Aminal Faminy" as she puts it...but that's a tongue twister.
You see, I had a perfectly good black and white. That is to say, I had a tuxie brofur named Figaro, and I loved him very much. I remember when I came home with momma for the first time, he was already 5 yrs old. He hissed at me at first, but I won him over pretty fast. I was a pretty little girlie after all! We became best pals. (For those of you that don't believe me, you can look at his photos, or mine, momma has lots of pics of the two of us together.)
We were a two kitty household and we had SO MUCH FUN! One of our favorite things was playing in paper sacks. We'd crawl in and out and all over each other and attack the sides while the other one was in there. It was a blast! We had rumbles, but always for fun; we never hurt each other. When he'd get tired and roll over and paw at me I knew just what to do, I'd skirt out around him and nip his back paws! He hated his paws touched *tee, hee, hee!* Then we'd take a nap together and purr, purr, purr. We groomed each other too, that was also nice.
Then one day our whole world changed...we moved so far away from home that it took days and days to get there in the car, and we didn't see our friends & family anymore. But at least we were together and with momma!
But less than a year later Fig wasn't feeling so well most of the time... He didn't want to play anymore, and didn't really groom himself or me, so I helped and groomed us both extra! It was about that time that we met Grace and Jack. They were definitely a little wierd--being smelly and silly, but I thought they were ok for the most part. Grace hit me in the head a few times with her gigantic tale and that really made me hiss, but then I realized she didn't even realize she'd done it. What a strange concept, to be that unaware of one's own tail!!! So, I realized she was just a little daffy and not mean, so I just dodged her tale from then on. Things were still ok.
But finally my black and white wouldn't eat anymore, and I got grumpy and protective of him. When mom would try to do things to him I'd tell her off. One time I bit her because I thought she was hurting him. Then the day came that the vet came to our house and helped my black and white to the bridge ...it was a very sad day, and I hissed and ran away and hid.
When I came out I realized I had inherited all the special spots, like the pillow by mom's head. I took my new position with honor.
Then it seemed like only a couple of weeks later that the unimaginable happened. Mom took me out of my home and put me in a house OF BOYS. She said she was very sorry for this to have happened this way (right after Fig passing) but Daddy wasn't going to visit us anymore, we were going to live with him instead -AND HIS BOYS. So, now it was me and 4 brofurs I did NOT want. THEY COULD NOT REPLACE MY BLACK AND WHITE!
Mom tried all the standard approaches for introducing us, but I knew what they were, they were a pack of established horrible males! The first chance I got, I got the drop on one of 'em-- the fat orange one. I knew it was a matter of time before he got me first, so I took my opportunity when I could and he never even saw me coming! Mom got bloodied trying to break that one up. Daddy says the orangie (Stash) didn't even know how to hiss until that day....well Hrrumpf- I don't care! I knew his plan!
So, time went by...with me captive in this house of horrors. But then I realized that the flame point, Loudon, kind of reminded me of Fig! Mom thought so, apparently I did too, because I actually started hanging out with him. By this point Pistachio did not like me at all, Czar would stalk me, and Crouton just kind of watched everything. Things were looking up a little because I had a new friend. How was I supposed to know he...was sick too... Then, two years and two days after Figaro had crossed the bridge, he welcomed Loudon.
I said THAT'S IT, I DON'T NEED ANY MORE BROFURS! And THAT's pretty much where I'm at these days. Crouton is ok, he's by far my favorite because he never messes with me and doesn't let anyone else mess with me either. He protects me. But I will not let him touch me (mom hopes someday...). And Czar, don't even get me started on Czar. Mom says I can't use the 4-letter H-word so I won't. No, I LOATHE Czar. (See mom, starts with a "L!") He stalks me when I eat, sneaks up behind my nap spots, watches me in the litter...ugh! I can't stand him! If you don't believe me--read his diary--he doesn't lie! So, since I just turned 14 and he's pushing 17, mom has decided to just let us live separate lives. We are never together at night or when no human is home...she worries that he will hurt me, or that I'll hurt myself just freaking out, and she worries even more that Crouton will hurt him defending me (Nonners has about 10lbs on him). She knows it's not ideal, but it seems to be the best for now. I still get the pillow by mom's head...since I've always been such a momma's girl and I rightfully inherited it. They all have each other, and all three of them sleep together.
So, that's the fam in all it's dysfunctional glory. And now you know why sometimes I say I don't like my brofurs. Oh well--time will tell.
Hey--at least I like the dogs!
What a HORRIFYING story!! I only had ONE brofur forced on me!! You poor thing!
it's been a year and a half and we are just starting with the reciprocal grooming.
I can't help it - he doesn't even know how to wash himself - he always has DIRTY SPOTS!! Boys, SHEESH!!
maybe you could write a book about it!!!
I totally sympathize with you sista! I'm the only girl in a house full of 3 stinky boys, although I must admit that I kind of like Tully. He's very gentle and sweet. Sammy is my litter mate and we were very close when we were kittens, but that has changed as we've gotten older. Luke is twice my size so I kind of steer clear of him. Sometimes he chases me around the house, but I can out run him any day, teehee! Most of the time I like to hang out with Mom and Dad and just ignore those silly boys.
Hey Tink and Natasha! Thanks for reading my self-biographical novel. MOL! I'm so relieved to hear you girlies can sympathize, I guess I'm not alone. Although Tink, its been 4 years for me, but I don't think I'll ever lay a tongue on one of those guys! Natasha, from what I hear your bros are LITERALLY stinky--or Sammy is anyway! MOL!
I got two brothers and sometimes that is two too many, MOL!
MOL! I hear ya Jez!
My sweet sis-fur Snickey passed 2 yrs ago right ON Father's Day. She was 16, so she had a long beautiful, much loved life. I loved her soooo much. I miss Snickey. She was a GORGEOUS tortie.
Sorry to hear about your sis BonnieBell. I bet you two were very purr-ty together. It sure is hard to lose the fursibs we love...there are some humans that don't understand 'cause we show it differently than they do...but yeah, I had a hard time with it. Pistachio is the one that had the worst time loosing Loudon too...but mom says she noticed I just kind of gave up making nice at that point.