Skills: she opens cabinet doors,looking for treats
Arrival Story: Could we choose our destiny? they say no...But,to me,it was my miracle moment,the very moment I knew and yet.....how was I to know,that upon my birth,she would be waiting for me?...perhaps, it is true,little ones feel and hear,the outside world from the womb,I always heard her voice,,,saying "oh please be a cali".....the day of my birth happened,I know she was there,but,she was trying to save the 1st born,my brother,oh he was far to big for my mother,but she helped and worked and did all,but,it was not his time,and was called back to the bridge...2 more entered the world before me,and then,it was my turn,perhaps I was in a hurry,for I knew,she was there,I just knew it...I had felt my mother licking me,telling me,you have arrived,and a few moments later,I felt myself rise,and then,I felt her voice,as her breath,her mouth,touched my very being,whispering,"your here,oh welcome little one",I know she worded words I could not hear,but,I felt them vibrate against me,and as she kissed me,and,in my only show of affection I could manage,I kissed her as she is kissing me,hence my name...my new mommy watched the last and final birth,my sister Dodger.....And perhaps it was fate,but we left our mother very early,and,into the arms of my Mommy,and because we have such a strong bond,it was me,who gave comfort to my mommy,when she needed it the most, I licked each tear,searched them out,saw them fall,and caught each one....my mommy and me have a special connection,perhaps,we have crossed,into another place....but,our hearts beat together...forever. I am her Familiar....we have a bond,and nothing will break it.
I am forever at her side,and to this date,must have my kisses,and yes,I still give kisses back...she picked the right name,I am a kisser.
Hello,I am Kisser...and this is the story of my birth,and me.
Bio: Kisser just flew out from CO. to CT. flanked by 2 large wolves going to the NY zoo,she arrived in pure princess mode. Also,she likes to smile for the camera,but does not like pictures,if you leave pictures where she can reach them,
she will chew them up,somehow,she never chewed up her own pictures,just everyone else's.
Now as the years have started to give way,Kisser prefers to lounge about,even if that is on her favorite spot,mommy. Laying with paws upon mom's neck,face curled in and purring away,Slumber will give way.....
For a year I was humbled to be good...living in the close quarters with Cheyenne and and a dog...now,well I amout of that room,I have the whole house for me...and.....THEM! Not only must I share the home with Cheyenne or Thumper...but with Captain Big D,Mr. HC, Tommy Girl,Daffy and Magie,but also her...my sisfer,Dodger....AKA...the devil.
Well I will not let any of them tell me anything,I will control them,I will instill fear into them all..I am,THE BOSS.
So how do I do this...simple. I will sit and not let any of them pass by me,I just look as they wish to bypass me in the hallway making them take the long way around,but seriously,all I am doing is just sitting there...MOL.....I will be at the food bowl first,they must eat my leftovers....and,oh this is the best part...I know how to take them snacks from the humans unlike any of them..accept that fatty Magie....I just sing to them,do not know why after awhile they tell me to shut up...HISSSSSSSSS
anyhow...I will give more tips and updates as I fine tune my skills.
In the wee early morning hours,or perhaps it was late last night,all I know is it was dark....and then,it happened,my toy attacked me!It is clipped to my cat tree, a pretty gray mouse with a green spring body...it will spring about and make itself bigger if one is to pull on it....Well no more,that toy lost it's string and I almost lost my life,I screamed and screamed...and mommy released my back foot....How it happened...MEOW....I was on the cat tree and when I jumped off,the toy grabbed me and my leg was tangled and then I got more tangled...all I could do was voice my displeasure about this...AND LOUDLY TOO!...I was so scared,my toy attaking me,me all tangled up in the string....I almost bit my mommy in fear as she was trying to untangle me....
Finally I am free and I dove under the bed,and stayed there for hours...today that toy has been destringed,but..I hate toys!
I got this thing off..ooooo fffffff fffffff off! My collar,I hate it....I spent my most wonderful 9 years without one and I do not need one Thank You(stomping my paw)..
I wrote to my beloved and he told me how he does it, Well he uses a tree,outside...I am an indoor kitty and I do not have a tree to use unless you count a carpeted kitty tree as one. Now my beloved has years of practice I guess to get his collar off,me,this is my 1st time and being subject to Bellevue entree for banging my head against carpet,I will attempt anything to get this thing off!
Last night I went against the carpeted kitty tree, oh and I worked it,thinking any moment that crazy bell will give me away and the men with the white jackets will come and take me away,but I rubbed and hit that tree till.....it finally fell off, then I ran,well as far as I could in my room and hid.... What gave me away?
My mommy wanted to take a picture and send it to my beloved with my collar on...drats,that thing is back on....
So my Prince of Thieves,you shall so have a picture with me and my collar...and me,I am looking at the carpeted kitty tree with plans......