June 27th 2015 3:17 pm
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Today, Mom's best friend brought her something and I was the first to find it. It's very tiny, mostly naked, and cheeps when Mom goes to feed it. It wants fed about every 2 hours during the day. It's in a container that none of us cats can get into, for good reason. This newcomer is a little baby bird, most likely a house sparrow, blown out of a nest during a storm and rescued by Mom's friend. As much as I wanted to investigate it closer when Mom opened the lid of its box to feed it, Mom wouldn't let me!
October 20th 2014 8:57 pm
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The other day, I was bored and none of the other cats were interested in playing with me. I was rewarded with hisses when I tried to initiate games with some of the other cats around here. Looking for some entertainment, I decided to test the strength of my tail. I have a magnificent big red plume of a tail. However, it's strength has never really been tested.
Accordingly, I leaped up onto Mom's computer desk where there are a number of smallish lightweight objects of various kinds. With a broad swish of my tail, I sent some CDs, a trackball, a remote control, and a number of other objects tumbling to the floor. Not too bad...one swish of my tail and the desk was mostly cleaned of easily movable objects. Mom picked up the objects and put them back into place. I gave her time to turn her attention to something else besides watching me to see if I was going to do something she calls "misbehave" again. Once Mom's attention was diverted elsewhere, I jumped up on the computer desk and SWISH! I once again made everything tumble to the floor with my tail.
Now that I'd conquered the challenge of sweeping the computer desk clean with my tail, it was time to go on to bigger and better things. I jumped up on the dresser and tested my tail swish effects on objects sitting there. This time I wasn't so successful. Some objects were small or lightweight enough for me to knock down onto the floor, others were too heavy. I returned to the computer desk and tried to knock Mom's bottle of soda to the floor with my tail, to no avail. Then Little Miss Mischief, aka Trudy who is a newcomer kitty here, decided to embarrass me. She stepped up and with one swipe of her paw, knocked Mom's bottle of soda to the floor.
"That's how it's done," Trudy said.
"Now I know why Mom went to buying her sodas in bottles with caps instead of cans," I replied.
Mom, for her part, now keeps small objects on a little shelf that's right under the computer desk, which spoiled my computer desk clearing fun. Oh well, give me time...I'll think of something else brattily entertaining to do!
October 24th 2013 12:35 am
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Concatulations Dova, on achieving the honor of getting your own DOTD. I must grudgingly admit that's an amazing accomplishment for one who is only a naive and pesky kitten! And no, achieving your own DOTD does not mean I should let you play with my tail or otherwise pester me. When I'm in the mood to play with you, I'll let you know. When I let you know I'm NOT in the mood to play with you, you should give me my space and go bother somebody else. It's not like I'm the only cat in the house, you know? Maybe I should take a lesson from Carina. I thought she's a bit tough on you kittens, quick to hiss, quick to swat, but I've noticed you've learned to stay out of HER way. Its obvious she got her point across to you!
Before I forget, concats Dova on inspiring Jag to try his paw at diary writing. You're a pretty awesome little kitten when you're not busy being a pesky PITA!
October 20th 2013 10:19 pm
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Thank you Catster & thank you Diary Girl for honoring me with DOTD today! Thank you everyone for your rosettes and treats, thank you Meezers for my shiny new crown.
Dova, who is a nervy little guy, tells me that it's because of him that I got a DOTD today. He says now I should be nice to him and let him pounce on my tail whenever he feels like it. While I like his looks, I still don't think I should have to be subjected to being pestered by him or his brothers that much. When those kittens get started pestering one of us, they usually don't know when to stop unless we give them a good swat.
Who is right, Dova or me?
October 17th 2013 1:21 pm
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While most of us cats find the kittens amusing at best as we try to find places where we can get out of their reach and sit and watch their antics, and at worst annoying little pests who pounce on our tails and get in our way, I have found ONE good thing about ONE kitten.
Except for having short hair, Dova looks alot like ME!
April 24th 2013 7:45 pm
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I really didn't formally get named. It just sort of happened. I would do such things as climb the curtains, an action I quickly learned you don't want to be caught at doing.
However, when one is in a hurry to escape the scene of that sort of crime, it doesn't help to have needle fine, needle sharp kitten claws that even when trimmed regularly, seem to be just as sharp the day after trimming as they are the day before trimming! I would hear our human Mom's approach, try to make my getaway, and sure enough just ONE of my claws would get trapped by the curtain.
Instead of being two rooms away from the scene of the crime as I had planned, I'd be stuck in the curtain, panicky because I couldn't get loose, and all I could do was brace myself for the trouble I knew I would be in for climbing curtains. Mom would scold me, "You Brat, you know better than that. Serves you right getting stuck. Maybe now you'll stay off the curtains."
Then seeing my actions already had more scary consequences than I was able to handle, Mom would gently free my trapped claw, look me in the eyes, say, "Now Bratsky you little brat, leave the curtains alone, LEAVE IT." Then she would set me down and I would run for cover.
Although I didn't know it at the time, with such incidents I was earning my name.
March 13th 2013 8:34 am
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My new human mom was treating my eyes two to three times daily, I made it clear to her I felt good except for my eyes being sore, and I also made it equally clear to her I was sick of being cooped up in that crate. I wanted to come out and play with the other kitties, especially my big black new friend Buddha who seemed so strong and at the same time, so gentle and friendly at the same time.
Buddha was as good as his word. He stayed close by my crate most of the time until after I'd had my flea drops and my dewormer and had proven I was eating, drinking, urinating, and defecating normally. At this time my new human mom decided to release me even though I was still fighting the "plague" of the kitten herpes eye virus.
My new human mom went ahead and released me because my only problem was my sore eyes. Although often a kitten who has the eye herpes virus also has upper respiratory virus problems at the same time, my only problem was my sore eyes. I didn't have any respiratory symptoms at all. Mom wasn't that worried about my herpes virus causing contagion problems since at least 90% of all adult cats already have been exposed to the feline herpes virus, at least 85% are exposed to it in kittenhood. I was the only kitty who had sore eyes at the time.
As soon as I was released from the crate, Buddha became my friend, surrogate mother, and protector. Buddha took good care of me. He washed me just as well as my own kitty mother used to wash me and comfort me when I was a little baby kitten. Buddha let me cuddle with him all I wanted to, which helped me get used to my new home a lot faster. I knew Buddha wouldn't let anything hurt me.
My right eye cleared up early on. My left eye remained sore a long time though and for awhile the rim around my eye was sort of red and I didn't open my left eye as fully as my right eye and my human mom worried that the herpes virus might have damaged it. Thankfully, eventually the virus cleared up totally in my left eye too and I haven't had any more problem at all with sore eyes for a long time now. Even when Velcro and Buttons came (and Buttons had one of the worst cases of herpes virus eye problems including corneal ulcers, that Mom said she'd ever seen in a cat who had NO RESIDUAL SCARRING AFTERWARD.)
My human mom was hoping my eyes would stay that vivid blue color but as kitten eyes usually do, my eyes changed to a red-gold color that actually matches my red-orange color in my coat and is just as beautiful as the blue color my eyes were when I was little.
Now it was time for me to work on earning myself a name...
March 10th 2013 3:18 am
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Right now the best title I could think of for my diary was Bratsky's Brew. This is the first time I ever tried to write anything in my life. My human mom says she will help me if I need it...if Splats will get out of her face half a minute so she can see what I'm doing!
I first met my new human Mom & came to my new forever home on 8-18-2010. The owner of my real mother worked in a store my future human mom goes into all the time & the two became friends. When my sisters & I were born, my kitty mom's owner told my future human mom that she needed to find homes for the kittens & that the male was an orange tabby & white with deep blue eyes. She told my future human mom that my littermates eyes weren't ever as blue as mine & that their eyes were already changing to yellowish green & that she thought my eyes might stay bright blue.
My future human mom had only one young cat at the time, Lacey. All the other cats were adults. She thought it might be good for Lacey to have a playmate closer to her own age so she agreed to stop by & look at the kittens & possibly take the male.
When my new human mom showed up to look at us, I was pretty sure she would take at least ONE of us because she brought a little kitty crate in the car with her. That told me she pretty much intended to take a kitty home with her. When she saw me, she said I had the most vividly blue eyes she'd ever seen on any cat that wasn't a point-color cat. She said my eyes might yet change color but that she hoped they would stay this beautiful vivid blue.
While my new human mom was there, she gave my kitty mother's owner information on area low cost spay-neuter clinics & gently tried to convince her to have my kitty mom & her other kitties all spayed or neutered. My kitty mom's owner said she didn't have time because of her work schedule. My new human mom even offered that if my kitty mom's owner would pay for it, my new human mom would take all the kitties to the low cost spay-neuter clinic & return them home after their surgeries. My kitty mom's human said she'd call my new human mom if she decided to have her kitties altered & that was the end of the subject. My kitty mom's human never called my new human mom about spaying or neutering, but they still remain acquaintances to this day though they rarely see each other coz my kitty mom's human got a different job in another town.
My new human mom also pointed out that us kittens all had herpes virus of the eyes & told my kitty mom's human how to gently clean our eyes. My new human mom said after she got me home & settled, she would come back & bring some eye ointment that my kitty mom's human could use for my littermates eyes. My new human mom then took some pictures of the cats & of me before she loaded me into the little crate. She then took me home.
When we got home, my new human mom settled me into a bigger crate with a litter pan, a soft towel for a bed, my food, and a dish of water. She rinsed out my eyes with a saline eye solution & put kitty eye ointment in my eyes. She also cleaned out my ears (no ear mites-hurray!), dewormed me, and gave me flea drops on my neck. She said I'd have to stay in the crate awhile. Then she took a couple of low cost spay-neuter clinics flyers & a tube of eye ointment back to my kitty mom's owner.
I was a little bit scared being alone for the first time, but this great big black cat named Buddha kept sniffing & checking me out through the front of my crate. He told me calm down, don't be scared, our human is good to us, you will get out of the crate after your wormer & flea drops have had a chance to work, after you show mom you're eating & drinking good & have normal urine & stools, & after your eyes are better. He said he would stay nearby my crate as much as he could until mom let me out & he was as good as his word. He stayed by my crate purring which helped me a lot in getting used to my new home.
to be continued.....
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