A Furry Girl's Life

Being adventurous

I smelled good, it looked interesting, so I inched closer, I stepped on daddy and bit into his apple pie! I didn't go for the crumble top or crust, I went straight for the yummy insides. Mommy and daddy were in shock giggling... It is true, I am very rarely interested in human, especially fruit, and I rarely stand on a human, but tonight I thought I would be adventurous and try!

A new girl

I used to be such a good girl because I would go out onto the deck unsupervised and sniff everything and when I wanted back in mommy or daddy would open the door fur me. I'm not such a good girl anymore, I have to be supervised now because I keep sneaking downstairs into the neighbors yard to eat grass. I act all innocent when my pawrents are looking at me and the second they turn away I run down the stairs. Mommy worries lots because they have dogs and I'm so fragile. She always chases after me but she does let me get some nibbles in and a little adventure sniffing before she makes me go back upstairs onto our deck.
I even did something new, I went out into the alley. That was a first fur me, I have never shown interest before and then mommy opened the gate fur my siblings and I stuck my head out and then ran out and started exploring. I did not go too far because mommy called to me and I went back to her. It was nice and quiet, there were no people, no dogs and no other cats around, just us.
Mommy says I'm getting a little Olde Furt feistiness in me because I want to explore and I am getting more comfortable with my outside surrounding and even strange cats. She says I'm a good girl in a different way now. Whether I'm a good girl or not does not really matter, all I know is that this girl is having fun.

No orange tale to tell

Do you ever wonder where a fur goes or what a fur is doing when they go missing from Catster? I was wondering about Alfie, but please don't tell him, if that orange furrball comes near I will have to hiss, because you know those orangies like to bop girls. So anyways, I thought he was on some mission, or pawing a book because he went 'missing' after being Cat Of The Week. Then today he has a mew diary entry, and it's a joke. It was funny, but doesn't he have a tale to tell? He's been missing since last month... I guess he took a really long catnap instead, I know that is what my orange brofur would do, so maybe it's what most orangies do after a week of excitement. Well I guess Alfie will be happy that I pawed about him in my diary this time, but don't tell, I'd rather take a nap right now then hiss.

Forced lovings

The past year or two mommy has been holding me a lot more, snuggling and cuddling me almost on a daily basis. I get lots more pets and a lot more kisses which is nice, but all this forced cuddling is too much for an Olde Furt like me who is set in her ways. I think she is trying to turn me into a lap cat snuggle bug or something. She has also been trying to make me sit on her lap or lie on her chest and enjoy it. I do not know why she choses to forget that I'm the kitty who is terrified to walk on a human let alone sit on one... I have to admit I have been getting better, I don't completely freeze or get stressed as much. I also don't wiggle as much in her arms or leap off her chest as often and scratch her. I have even stayed on her lap a few times letting her pet and kiss me and tell me mushy things for a few minutes before I trot off, which is better than that my old reaction of running away. I cannot meow that I will ever really enjoy snuggling, but at least I am more used to it and less stressed by being held...so I guess mommy is doing something right, even if I think she should torture my siblings with this snuggling thing...

Brave new girl and a year older

Mommy has been so proud of me this past year, she says I am a new girl, a brave girl. It is true, I have become more assertive and even confident. I have been spending a lot more time outside of the bedroom (actually I almost never go in there anymore) and I spend lots of time watching my furry siblings rather than running away or hiding. I have even been seen hissing or swatting at my siblings to protect my bed (the one in front of the fireplace in the winter) and I don't let them chase me away from my food. I even go out onto the deck when other cats are out there, I've sniffed noses with them and jumped over one once. The bravest thing I have done so far is stayed on the couch while the vacuum was was making horrible noises at the rug just a few paws away from me. I like the brave me, and so does mommy who says my feistyness is adorable.

I also wanted to thank all of my furriends for their messages and rosettes for my Sweet 16th Birthday this past weekend. You have all made my day even sweeter, I feel furry special to have furriends like all of you and I cherish every one of you. Sometimes getting older isn't so bad, I've been getting lots of rubs & pets, and treats too - those Whisker Smackers are yummy!

An Orange Cat's Day

I wanted to wish Calvin a Happy Birthday by writing him a diary entry like he wrote for me on my birthday when I was his Pal of the Week.

I would like to point out that I do think Calvin is cute, but I do not have the hots for him like so many of the girls out there in Catsterland, I am just his friend girl ~ And proud to be!

So here are some things we have in common:
We are Olde Furts
We are the oldest of our furmily
We started our second lives by being sprung from a shelter
We are spoiled
We are bed testers
We hate the vacuum cleaner
We are furry vocal when it comes to food and being fed
We are super cute to our mommy's
We love napping in sunny spot

Have yourself a pawsome Birthday Calvin! I know you will be spoiled today and every day!

My secret message to secret kitties:

I want to thank the secret anonymouse kitty sending out rosettes with purrs and whisker kisses. You are good at being a mysterious undercover kitty because us Olde Furts are wondering who you are. I know I sometimes like to be undercover, it’s a great way to get warm especially during the winter. Oh wait, wrong undercover….
Thank you for the kind message and for thinking of me, I do not feel like I deserve it as I have been absent on & off, late with thank you and pmails. I think I have been napping too much too and not giving out enough rosettes to let my furriends know I do think of them and appreciate them.

And now I have received 3 anonymouse blue rosettes that say I am best in show. More mysterious undercover kitties... I am not a great detective, but I did figure out that my first blue rosette came from that orange love bug Alfie. That silly little furrball gave me a rosette and then mentioned little olde me in a diary entry. Mommy says he is such a cutie. But how can he be trusted, he is orange after all, and we all know that young orange cats can be troublesome, I know I live with Luke who pounces on me and bops me on the head when he walks by me because he thinks its fun. I do thank him tho for thinking of me, and I would like to thank the other two secret kitties who also thought of me.

Let's play...four

My brave little furriend Morgan The PirateGato tagged me to play a little game. It is a game of four, so here are my lists:

Four things I love to do:
~ Sit on the kitchen counter (this is also where I eat)
~ Lean up against the couch to get spanks from my daddy
~ Lounge in the sun
~ Play with my yellow feather stick

Four places I love to be:
~ On the the kitchen counter
~ On the black chair
~ Under the cabinet
~ On my pillow

Four things I love to eat:
~ Frozen raw turkey
~ Wellness turkey wet food
~ Fancy Feats pate when I refuse to eat
~ Grass

I really do not know who to tag... Maybe if you read this you will play?
Hope you have fun!

Daddy Day

Today is a special day: it is Daddy's Day. So as soon as he woke up I gave him a purresent, I gave him a hairball. I know he liked it because he showed mommy and said how hairy it was. I just felt like I should thank him for always giving me wonderpurr Sissy spanks every evening.

Daddy came into my life a year after mommy adopted me, and he has loved me ever since. Mommy says real men love cats, and daddy past the test.

Happy Daddy's day to all the daddy's, and to all the mommy's who play daddy's too.

Counter time

Once again today mommy threatened me: she said she would cut off my whiskers or antennas. I don't understand why I cannot eat my frozen turkey at the same time as she cuts it into pieces for me. I just love my turkey, I even purr when I eat it and mommy is just too slow at cutting it up and putting it into my bowl that I just go straight for the pieces as soon as they are cut. She says I have to be careful and I get too close to her, but I'm a hungry girl when it comes to my raw turkey and I don't think I should have to wait for her.

The last few weeks I have been up on the counter a whole lot. Every morning I sit on the edge waiting for mommy to wake up and as soon as she is in sight I let out a meow. I also wait there for her when she comes home from work. Being on the counter is great, because every time I am there I get a bowl of frozen raw turkey. Mommy is very proud of me because I am getting more comfortable around my brothers, who of course always want my food. Mommy has even seen me on the counter with two of my brothers. Luke and I were even sitting so close a few times that we sniffed noses, and I've even stopped hissing at Copy most of the time. Well on the counter I've stopped hissing anyways, if anyfur comes too close to me when I'm getting my Sissy spanks or if I'm in my bed relaxing by the fireplace they are sure to get a hiss and maybe a swat.

Official papers

This weekend mommy helped daddy tackle cleaning his office, lately it has been referred to as the tornado zone and it took lots of organizing to help find the desk. Well with all this organizing mommy found something she has not seen in many years: my adoption papers from the SPCA. Mommy adopted me July 14th, 1993 and paid $40.00 for me. Mommy insists I am priceless and that they knew she was a student so they just had to give a price for the paperwork... Mommy also noticed that on the paperwork is says that I was 8 months old when I was adopted. Mommy swear the paper on my cage said 1 year, but that doesn't matter, because mommy knew she wanted me and that is all that matters.

Thankful tag

This furry girl feels special, I have been asked to play Thanksgiving Tag by my dear furriend Isaac!

The rules: name 5 things you are thankful for, then tag 5 furriends and let them know you have done so.

I am thankful that the first time mommy saw me in that tiny cage in the SPCA that she fell in love with me and just had to have me.
I am thankful that mommy always makes me warm hiding places to nap in and leaving the closet open so I can sneak into the laundry basket full of daddy's clothes.
I am thankful for the yummy food I receive, for mommy always makes sure I have food in my bowl and for getting extra portions.
I am thankful that mommy protects me and always tries to keep me and make me feel safe.
and last but not least
I am thankful for my Catster furriends, you are all so precious to me.

and so this next step is hard...so I randomly tag Olde Furts with a food theme:

Macaroni: because we all love Mac & cheeze.
Peaches: her name suits her fuzzy self.
Cookie: he's so cute you could just eat him up!
Sammie: because if you meow really fast you might think salami.

And I tag Taz, because he looks so adorable in his turkey outfit!

Puppet show

Brothers are annoying. Little brothers are even more annoying. Almost every day for two weeks that orange furrball has chased me or pounced on me. Mommy knows this because I always hiss and she runs to my rescue. So today mommy said should stop running away and try to fight back. I'm really very timid really, I'm very good at hissing and running away, it works for me. Well mommy does not think so. This evening she hugged me and we sat in from of that pesky orange furrball. Then she held my paws and made me bop Luke on the head. He just sat there. It was kinda fun, but as soon as she stopped hugging me I ran back into the bedroom...

Not a pirate girl...

I hear it is Talk Like a Pirate Day again... what a silly holiday.

I would like to remind you that I am not a pegleg wench, I am not a sea monster, nor am I a stinkin' scowlin' swashy Esmerelda... So can someone meow to my silly brother to stop meowing silly nicknames around the house. Well unless he wants to call me a pretty little lass or a buxom beauty in his silly little pirate accent!

Cute and playful

Mommy woke up this morning to see Luke & me playing. We weren't playing together but we were playing with the same thing, a bug. Mommy just sat at the end of the bed watching us each take turns bopping it. She thought we looked so cute.
Then the little centipede scurried behind the door. I followed him to bop him some more because I wasn't finished playing. After a minute of so I backed up and went back to where I was before hoping he would come back out on his own. Then Luke went behind the door, I guess he wanted to bop him some more too. I waited for the bug to come out but that fun was interrupted when Copy started sitting near me sticking his nose under the edge of the door. So after I hissed at him I went into the bedroom.
I didn't let me playful get interrupted too long though, because I started sliding and attacking the the piles of clothes mom had organized for the laundry. It was fun, and even more fun when mom pulled out my feather toy.

Making this furry girl's day special

Thanks to all my furriends, I feel very special today! They have showered me with pmails, group messages, rosettes and even stars. The outpouring of love from all of them is almost too much to handle! Thank you all for making my 15th Birthday a furry special one!

Some of my Olde Furt furriends even wrote me a poem, here they are for all to see.

From Rascal
Our sweet sweet Sissy
Beautiful and Prissy
Fifteen you are today
Oh my what can we say

A beauty you are
A bright shining star
May your day be full of bliss
I send you a birthday kiss

From Simon
That Sissy's the Girl
A bright shiny Pearl
I'd like to give her a whirl
But I fear she may hurl!

From Arnold P.
We love you Sissy,
Oh yes we doooooooo,
We love you Sissy,
And we'll be truuuuuueeeee

From Elsa
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISSY!

Sissy's a stunning beauty, she's more lovely now
Than even as a lass of yesteryear.
Her Friday Column keeps us Furts united
We turn to her words for news and cheer!

Meowmie wonders "How can it be?
With age Sissy grows more beautiful, see!"
And points to photos of Sissy on lavender silk
Stretched so regal, in pearls and gilt.

Sissy's charm and mystique drive cats to bow
Desiring her company and perhaps even vows!
Dear friend, our correspondent par excellence,
I join Olde Furts in wishing you a wonderful year, bar none


To end my lovely catnip filled day, this furry girl is going to take a nap and think of all her wonderful furriends.

Calvin is in charge

Have you visited Calvin's page yet this week? Oh wait, what am I meowing of course you have... That orange furrball has made me his Pal of the Week, that's right me! I am so honored and meowless that I even fainted at the mews!

LoveMuffin even wrote a diary entry all about me. I should probably clarify some of the embarrassing stuff he revealed.
~ Yes I love rolling on celery. Something about the smell drives me crazy. I rub my cheeks all over it and roll on it. I have even been known to steal a ziplock bag that contains them out of moms bag so I can roll on them.
~ I am not going to discuss my embarrassing incident again.
~ Yes, I do lose my antenna whiskers often, and yes this queen was mortified.
~ Yumm raw turkey! I am also the only kitty in the family who will receive a second portion.
~ What can I meow, daddy's shirts just smell good to me... and napping on them is a great thing.

Thank you Calvin for making me your Pal of the Week, writing a diary entry about me, dressing all up in a birthday hat, changing your background to Super Celery and calling me a gem in your shoutbox. This furry girl sure does feel special!

Technocat error?

Why am I the only kitty in the family that has lost her Plus photo album? Do the HQ kitties not think I am cute enough that I am not worthy of having more than 10 pictures?
Hiss on them.
At least mommy thinks I am the cutest furry girl around, she did pick me out of the other cats in a cage and has loved me every day since.
Purrs for mommy.

Sharing... maybe I shouldn't...

Something very embarrassing happened to me last weekend and I think I can now meow about it... What happened is not very lady like and probably not for the young ones. I had some, umm, poopie stuck to my rear. Mommy grabbed me and locked me in the bathroom and proceeded to wipe and clean me. She discovered that the reason it was there was because I had long strands of grass stuck to it and me. I guess I was too happy to have my bouquet that day that I did not properly chew to get bites sizes. I howled at her, I even hissed at her. She was shocked, but kept cleaning me and then she took out the comb. Daddy then came in to see if he could help or at least calm me down and said that all the other cats were huddled up to the door. It was a horrible experience...

As soon as I was cleaned up I ran and sat on mommy's pillow to clean myself after having my fur all messed up. Shadow came and laid down 2 feet from me, staring at me. I might even meow she was looking out for me and worried. She knows us girls have to stick together and how something like this is devastating for us.

You may be wondering why I would meow such an embarrassing incident, well I feel I can share this with all of you since my big sis has been sharing her poopie circumstance too. Let's just hope mommy doesn't get any ideas like Isaac's mom...

Losing reception

This weekend I lost my whiskers on my left side known as my antennas... This happens all the time, they just grow back. Sometimes they are white, sometimes they are black - it's always a surprise.

Although this is the first time I have lost my sense of intruders in the house who are about to enter my bedroom. This weekend there was a human kitten in the house, she came into my bedroom with mommy and I stayed curled up on the chair and allowed her to pet me. After a few seconds there was a giggle so I tried to leave only to have mommy grab me and hug me. I stayed but as soon as she let me go I bolted towards the bed. Imagine mommy's surprise when she peeked under the bed and saw I was not alone. She was surprised to see Luke there too since he usually liked to sniff little Ella...but he didn't stay long because mommy pulled him out. He was ok as long as mommy is there in the room. Paste was the only one not under the bed, he was out having fun playing with the little girl...he even stayed when she screamed 'kitty' and giggled.


side note from mommy: I am so proud of Sissy for letting Ella pet her. She is so shy around strangers and must move at her own pace, however this evening I allowed Ella into her room to see her. I'm grateful she is a very gentle two year old who is just tickled pink to see kitties. I'm also proud because when Sissy was hiding under the bed with all the other cats there was no hissing! I guess you can be amicable when you all have the same goal - hide from human kittens!

My Little Stepping Stone

Today I hit my 1500th viewer and I feel furry special! Here are the following kitties who stopped by my page and pmailed me to let me know who they are:

A cutie tortie Muffin was viewer 1494
That sweet artsy faced Flick was viewer 1502
That tabby now known as Mr.Flirt was viewer 1504
The adorable one with a pink nose Cybil was viewer 1505

And my stone stepper was Sagan as viewer 1500.

Thank you so much furs for helping me make it to 1500 views, without you I would not have made it, you make me feel special because you are all so special!


I'd also like to meow a catgrats to the furry cute Boomer who also reached a stepping stone, she received her 3000th viewer today!

Being Admired

There is a fur out there in Catsterland who is flirting with me... Mom says I have a secret admirer. I guess I must considering the two anonymouse rosettes I have received, first it was a blue one and then I received a pink one. Now who would flirt with this furry girl you ask, well it is none other than Arnold P. who called me beautiful in this rosette.

I must meow tho I don't think he's very good at being a secret admirer because he has only been secretly flirting with me for one weekend... I should have known he was a flirt when he mailed me a Zoom Groom, he wants to keep me pretty and soft. What a gentleman. Altho if he comes close to me to groom me himself I must just hiss and run away to hide... Then again I think he meowed he might do the same thing - MOL

Hostile Takeover

My bedroom is being invated by other furs!

It was bad enough that Shadow likes to sleep on my bed, but the last few weeks I have had to deal with Copy & Paste on my bed as well. And now Cooter has joined them, he's been sleeping in my leopard cat cave. This is horrible, they are all over my room! They sleep on my bed, on my floor, on my window sill and take over my cave beds. At least they are not on my chair...

So what is a furry girl like me to do but find a new safe haven...so I have been hanging out in the living room with mom & dad, well that is unless I am sleeping in the laundry basket in the closet.

The meme game

I have been tagged twice! That is right, once by Scooter and then by Sammie just seconds later! They have meowed for me to participate in the meme game. I love a game all about me!

The rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own diary about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.

My seven random facts:
1. I have never been given a bath
2. Until this year I never slept on the bed at night with mommy & daddy (I've chosen the pillow)
3. I enjoy getting kissed on my back near my butt when I eat
4. I have caught two birdies when playing outside and brought them into the house as a present for mommy (they were still alive...it's more fun that was because you get to watch your mommy try to catch them to put them back outside)
5. When I was 5 years old I was startled off a 2nd storey window ledge and fell, I broke two toes in my back paw and had to wear a blue cast
6. I love tofu hot dogs
7. I know this is not lady like, but I drool when I am around catnip

I tag the following cats on Catster:
Galena
Anne
Cookie
Queenie
Isaac
Fiesta Cat
Sparkle

Have fun with the game!

Editors note:
As I posted this I have also been tagged by Arnold P.. I have the bestest furriends around!

Miss Pawpular

I don't know what is going on the last few days, but efurry time I wake from a nap I get visited by an anonymouse rosette giving kitty... Who are you all? How come you are visiting me? I'm so touched, and confoused...yes I meowed confoused... by all this attention. I am so quiet and nap a bunch that I tend to let the younger furs in the house participate, so you understand my surprise when I am being noticed... Well all in all I must still thank you all for making this furry girl feel special.

Furry special

The day is nearly over and I almost missed it; I am one of today's chosen diary's for the day. I have to thank my fellow Olde Furts for their kind wishes and especially Scooter, Dave and brothers Sammie & Kiki for their lovely rosettes.

I had a great day today; daddy stepped in my grass vomit, I hung out on the deck a few times today and enjoyed the sun, I even got some love spanks from daddy. Hope tomorrow is another great day.

Earth Day

Hope everyfur has a wonderful day enjoying hopefully a sunny warm spring day. I spent my day sitting by the open window with an occasional run outside onto the deck. I also enjoyed eating some fresh grown grass mommy planted especially for me. I love when mommy plants me some grass. Maybe she will plant some catnip for me...

Taking back Saturday night

Saturday nights are not just for the young furs anymore. I proved that last night. I had a play date with a catnip pillow. I rolled around with it and snuggled it a bunch. I laid on it and rubbed my cheeks all over it, I even drooled a little. I know it isn't lady-like but I was feeling good. I even got some of my famous Sissy Spanks. For those who don't know, this is when daddy spanks my butt as I lean against the couch. Oh we had a great time. I would get my love spanks, I would meow, I would turn around to get my other side spanked, and start all over again. This lasted for a long time, I even got so excited I would pretend bite him. I had a purrrfect evening.

My 1st Catster Anniversary

Wow... time does go by fast sometimes. Today is my 1st Catster Anniversary. I have come across some wonderful kitties, read some brilliant diaries and made furriends with the sweetest kitties around. I hope to have just as much fun (or more) in my second year.

Thanks to Scooter for remembering and giving me a very lovely rosette!

Sissy = 1 and mommy = 0

I know it is only the first day of the new year, but I already have a point. For what you may ask, well for getting mommy to step in my mess of course. You see she let me out onto the deck this morning and I nibbled in the last little patch of grass that was growing between the daisies. Oh how I love grass! So oh course a few minutes upon my entrance I threw up a lovely hair ball and mommy stepped in it. Tee hee.

The loss of a friend

My heart is breaking, my beautiful tortie friend Malaika passed away. We may have lost a sweet soul here on earth, but heaven has gained a new precious angel.

Incoming *splat*

As many of you kitties may know, there is a snowball fight happening here on Catster started by Gordy and Dutchess. It is quite fun. I got hit with a snowball by Luna. I am the only kitty in my family to have been hit, MOL I'm more pawpular than my furbrothers for once! I then splatted another kitty... There is lots of snow to go around Catster, you might be next!

Playtime fun

Not only was yesterday laundry day (where I got to lie down on the warm from the dryer cloths) but it was also bed making day. Mommy loves when I help her make the bed; having me around makes it a fun chore for her. I get to jump and slide on the clean sheets, hide under the top sheet, when any of it moves I attack it. It's lots of fun! Afterwards mommy and I played with my soft tiger stripe ball, she just loves to toss it to me and have me bat it back to her. Then we played with the catnip fishy toy that I like to hop on, grab it between my paws and bite the ribbon, this makes mommy giggle. After I was done playing I went onto daddy’s pillow to nap. Mommy continued to fold her laundry.

When it was bed time I was already on the bed all comfy. I received my usually rubs and love and then I attacked the bed monster that was under the covers. He was feisty this time. I wonder why he only shows up when mommy goes to bed. Maybe it will be brave and appear again tonight.

I'm a mommy's girl

I love my mommy and my daddy very much...but I really am a mommy's girl at heart. I was adopted by mommy, I'm her baby girl! Having her rescue me means we have a bond, we have been together a long time. However daddy came into our lives only a little over a year after my adoption, so I have known him a long time too. But I still say I am a mommy's girl and I will tell you why:

When I want night time loving or attention (like I did last night at 4am) I sit next to mommy and meow...and she always wakes up for me.
Mommy makes me the best tents, whether it's with the duvet, a blanket or even a sheet; she makes the best ones. Daddy has tried, but they are not as comfy.
When I wan cuddles, I go to mommy first, she's always gentle and seems to know just what I want.
If I follow mommy in the bathroom she always gives me loving, she also lets me rub all over her hair brush. She also throws q-tips into the bathtub for me (it really is the best place to play with them)
When it comes to play time, mommy is patient with me and knows I prefer slow movements; she may giggle when I hop like a goat, but she also says I'm the cutest ever. Oh and when we play with the yellow feather, we can play forever together!
You know mommy is also my outside protector, she watches me very closely on the deck and does not let any other cat come close to me because she know I am very skittish. Daddy just glances at me and says I'll hiss if I am getting bothered.
I am also a somewhat of a social eater. When mommy brings me my bowls of food she sits down next to me and watches me eat. She know when to pet me and when to stop. I prefer mommy's company, I don't really know why, maybe because she sweet talks me as well.
And of course let's not forget that mommy is the one who feeds me and cleans my pooper box.

But lets not forget what daddy does best, he invented Sissy Spanks. Daddy also has the best smelling cloths to sleep on.

Yup, I'm one happy furry girl!

Happy Birthday Scooter!

My dear friend, and fellow olde furt (and a cute olde furt she is) Scooter turned 18 today! This is a very special day for her mommy and daddy too, having Scooter around is like sunshine you know!

So Happy Birthday Scooter...and many, many more...



I'm only 14 and I sure do hope I make it to 18!

A Week Fussing Over Me...

I sure have scared mommy and daddy this week. On Sunday I decided it was going to be a lazy day, so I slept most of it away. Mommy checked on me and tried to get me to play, but all I wanted to do was sleep. When dinner came, I wasn't hungry. When breakfast came the next morning, I wasn't hungry, neither was I hungry again that evening. Mommy started to worry. I didn't eat my breakfast on Tuesday and she left for work almost in tears. She called the vet that morning asking what to do about this furry girl, well they set up an appointment for Thursday, until then she was told to try and coax me to eat with anything possible. Mommy left work early and headed to the vet to get some soft digestable food, our natural pet food store for more food variety, and then to the grocery store for some tuna and treats.

First thing mommy did after coming home was come see me, she noticed my food bowl was as she prepared it that morning. So off she went, she came back with baby food. Nope, no interest. She opened the packet of soft digestable food, I sniffed it, smelled good but I wasn't interested. She stayed with me and petted me for a long while while I purred and then she left again. When she came back she had a plate with 3 different varieties of wet food and another with tuna. The tuna smelled good, but I wasn't interested. After more pets and many kisses for mommy she went away and came back with some kitty milk she just bought. That was yummy, I took about 5 licks of it, that was plenty for me, but I don't think mommy thought it was enough.

The first thing daddy did after coming home from work was come see me. I got plenty or rubs and love from him too, then he went to see mommy and they were talking about me for a while. They seem confused as to why I am refusing to eat. I'm acting pretty much the same, I just don't want to eat. I love my rubs and I am purring as always. I have not been vomiting and I do not have the runs, although mommy did notice that I have been smacking and licking my lips a bunch, she thinks I'm feeling nauseous. And so because they are worried about me they took turns spending time with me all night, I have to say it was nice having all this attention.

Daddy stayed home from work on Wednesday, mommy wished she could stay home too but was comforted by the thought that I would not be alone. She left she gave me a buffet of food choices, she was sad that I had not eaten not even a nibble before she left. She must have called home every hour checking in on me. Then after lunch daddy called her to ask if it is normal for me to have a runny, actually more like a leaking nose. This seemed to have put her in a panic because next thing I know is mommy is home and I am being put into my carrier and whisked off in a cab to the vet's. I got thoroughly checked, I was poked too. The worst part, they took my temperature. That was most unappreciated by this furry girl. They talked for a while and then they took some of my blood. I've decided that I don't like needles.

I was really happy when we finally got home. Mom snuggled me a bunch, I meowed to tell her that I liked her company, and she almost cried. She said that hasn't heard me meow since Sunday. I got lots of kisses for that. Mommy then left and when she came back she had a lovely bouquet of grass for me. I snacked on two blades and then just snuggled back into my daddy's pillow. As mommy was getting ready for bed I decided to eat, I nibbled a little, probably only a teaspoon worth but that was good for mommy. Then I hoped up onto he bed and laid down between mommy's pillow and the headboard. I decided I was going to sleep in bed with them. This is not normal behavior for me, you should know that I never do this, as soon as the lights go out I am off to wander the house or going to my own napping spot on my chair. Well I wanted to be close to them so I slept on their bed for almost 3 hours.

In the morning I decided to eat a bit of breakfast, only a little amount but for mommy it was a great sight. I got lots of rubs and kisses and mommy went to work. She did come home early and I was so happy, until I found out why. Back to the vet we went, apparently there wasn't enough good stuff to test it. I hated being poked again. First they tried to take blood from my back leg but it wasn't working, so then he tried by my neck and was having a hard time getting started. I was happy when it was over and I snuggled up to mommy, she held me against her while she talked a little with the vet. Then she tapped on my carrier and I hopped right in, I knew that meant we were heading home. Unfortunately we sat in the waiting room a little while they spun my blood to make sure they had enough for the tests. I was not coming back again!

When we finally got home mommy stayed with me in the bedroom: we hung out and I got lots of cuddles. I even went strolling about our place investigating everything with a little spring in my step. I was even excited when I saw mommy coming towards me with my bowl of food. I ate half of my dinner right away, well I was hungry... When it was bed time I was on daddy's pillow, I decided I was too comfortable to move and I was going to spend the night there. I almost did too...

I was feeling a little spunky in the morning, so I followed mommy to the kitchen, meowed, and then ran back to the bedroom. I was excited when she came with my food, I ate almost all of it. Mommy was so happy, she sat and watched me eat, and then she put more food in my bowl. She left for work breathing a sight of relief knowing I am starting to feel better. When she came home from work she noticed that I ate all of my breakfast. After some kisses she went into the kitchen to get dinner for us. I was excited to see her with my food bowl. I sniffed and started eating right away, she sat by me and watched me eat half of it right away. Then it was time for more loving. I was purring very loud and even meowing, I thought I would tell her how my day was. She told me that she got my blood tests back and everything is normal. I tried to tell her it was nothing and just a little bug, but she sure likes fussing over me.

That night when it was bed time I was on mommy's pillow, I got my usual night time loving and when the lights when out, I stayed on her pillow. Mommy cuddled closer to daddy and they shared his pillow. I stayed in bed with them for a little while. This is definite weird behavior for me, and I think Mommy is hoping that I am getting hints from Luke and realizing that night time snuggles can be good.

Picking a Furry Girl's Diary

As soon as mommy was up and about this morning I trotted over to the patio door, mommy followed and let me out. Today's morning air is nice and crisp, just the way I like it. Then she let Luke out, and as usual he ran down the stairs, and my petting session was cut short so she could run after him. When she came back up she was holding some yummy grass, I meowed to thank her. I followed her as she sat on the deck and held out each strand of grass so I could nibble. It was a yummy bouquet of grass.
When the neighbor's cats started showing up, I decided to go in and snuggled up next to my Mommy on the couch. She pulled over the laptop to of course spend some time on Catster. To my surprise, I received 3 emails, me, little me! What was going on? Did my eyes read that correctly, I was being congratulated for being chosen? Me chosen? Did it really say that I was one of today's DIARY OF THE DAY picks? We went to see and yes, I am the second in the list today. This makes me one very happy furry girl.
Thank you Catster for this wonderful honor, I'm purring up a storm.

hungry, hungry hippo

Mommy is very proud of me, I have been a hungry girl with the new food mommy has been feeding us. She is trying out some frozen raw food on us. She says it is more for me as she wants me to eat more, she gets upset when I don't eat either my breakfast or dinner. She also thinks I am too thin, I say I am just petite. She started on Monday, mommy split my bowl with half small raw turkey pieces and my regular Wellness wet food. She was very pleasantly surprised when I went straight for the turkey. I ate it all up, sniffed around, looked up at mommy and meowed. She understood; she picked up my food dish and went into the kitchen. She took back out the turkey from the freezer and cut me another piece, and then cut me small bite sized pieces. I know she is feeling a little uncomfortable doing that for me (mommy is a vegetarian for almost 15 years) but says she would do anything for us, so I was waiting at the bedroom door for her, I figured she didn't want me meowing by her feet pressuring her to hurry up. As she came towards me with my dish I was so excited that I trotted ahead of her and waiting for her to put my food down. She sat down and watched me eat, and I ate it all. When I was done I hoped up on the bed and got lots of loving.

Yesterday mommy gave me more of the frozen raw turkey for dinner, it was just as good as the night before that I ate my bowl clean. As soon as I was done mommy took my bowl away and headed to the kitchen, but this time she returned with only wet food. I was a little sad, but I did eat more of the turkey than I did the night before. So I opted for more love and rubs on the bed.

This morning when mommy gave me my breakfast I just looked up at her and meowed, my meow meant where's the meat? But all I got from mommy was some mumbling that I didn't much listen too because all I wanted was more turkey.
Today for dinner she gave us some frozen raw bison, I had no interest, I sniffed it some and looked up at her and meowed. All I got was talked to sweetly and some head rubs. Mommy said that tomorrow she will try some frozen raw chicken, I just hope it tastes like turkey.

Color to match

Well the mystery is over... they are disturbing my comfort to paint the bedroom. I haven't been in yet to see their progress, so I can only hope the color matches my pretty fur. That last color did nothing for me! Good on mom, after a year she finally got dad t agree that that color was just not right for me, oh and her too.

Change

Mommy and daddy are disrupting my life and disturbing my comfort. They are cleaning their bedroom, which is mine really, the furniture is being taken out and it looks like they are emptying it. My favorite chair is in the living room, and mommy has made me a tent on the beige couch. I keep wandering the house sniffing and seeing where everything is going. I wonder what they are up to this time...I'll just sit up high on the back of my chair to wait and see.

Homecoming

Mommy and daddy are back! It was lonely without them. Grandpa came by and fed Cooter and I twice a day and stayed for pets and rubs, but it just isn't the same without my mommy. As soon as she came home she came to visit me in the bedroom and spent some alone time with me. Then I followed her into the bathroom and waited for her to finish her shower to make sure I got more love afterwards. Well I think I will wander the house and sniff her cloth and bags...

My day is almost over

Well my birthday is almost over, and mommy as been very good to me. We all had some tuna with our dinner, I even got to lick the can with all the tuna juice before she divided it. After I nibbled some food, daddy came and sang to me, well he whispered more. I've been getting plenty of pets and it has been great getting all this extra attention. Mommy went out this afternoon to get my present, but came back empty handed. She says she wants to get me a fishbowl so I can relax and play. I like that idea...I guess I will have to wait until next week when she tries a different store.
Thank you Scooter for your kind wishes and the rosette.

A bouquet of grass

Mommy is getting really good at knowing exactly where and exactly which type of grass I like the yummiest! She just picked me a new bouquet of grass and I nibbled on every one of them.

A good start

So far the day is good. I woke up to many many pets and much love from mommy and daddy. After breakfast mommy and I hung out on the deck, then we played with my yellow feather stick, followed by a little nap. Mommy woke me up and I had a snack of baby food, then back out onto the deck where mommy gave me my bouquet of yummy grass, and when I went inside I received some treats (kitty hip chips). I have two tents today, but so far I haven't been in them much as I feel more like roaming the house. Well I think I'm going back out onto the deck now...

Getting started

The birthday treats have started... This evening as soon as mommy came home she came to visit me in the bedroom with a surprise. In her hand was a little jar, it was baby food for me. Mommy got the idea while reading Scooter's diary. She gets baby food daily and mommy was thinking maybe I would like it too. Secretly I think she hopes I enjoy it so much that I will eat this daily as well as my regular meals, mommy would like me to gain a little bit of weight. She was very happy that I ate almost 6 teaspoons full, it was my first baby food experience and it was quite yummy. If any other kitty eats baby food regularly I would love to hear from you, curious to know what flavors you prefer.

Thoughts on my upcoming birthday

This month is my birthday! I'm turning 14 on August 17th. or sorta... Mommy doesn't know the actual date. She was told I was part of a litter from a barn cat. I was found as a kitten during the fall of 1992, and taken into a house, but then dropped off at the SPCA in the spring. So she guesses it would be late that previous summer when I was born... Some think mommy should have chosen my adoption date as my birthday, maybe she should have. Then again, does it really matter?
I wonder what I will be getting as a gift from mommy. Daddy isn't much into the gift giving like mommy, but I know I will get extra love and cuddles from him.

By the way Catster, why did you chose Luke (again) for Diary of the Day? Don't you know that it is this furry girl's birthday this month and not his... I think I will go take a nap in my basket under the bed now while you contemplate that.

Oh those hairballs...

Oh how I love chewing and eating grass! The ones she had plated for me in the spring have all died and not grown back, it's so sad. However mommy is very good to me; goes downstairs and she picks me some yummy grass, she takes long pieces from different areas in the lawn, then she comes up and fans them out for me to pick the ones I want to eat. She does this for me almost daily, how sweet is that! Sometimes she just sits there and waits, I can be picky sometimes... After our routine of this last night, I coughed up the biggest hairball ever, it was award worthy daddy said. I guess this heat is just making me shed so much more, and lately I haven't liked being brushed. Good thing mommy never minds picking up my hairball and grass mess.

Over excited

Is drooling lady-like?
When I get really excited, or full of catnip, I can't help but drool. Mommy giggles and daddy thinks it's gross... Is it cute or is it gross? I guess it doesnt really matter as long as I get lots of loving.. oh and some fresh out of the catnip jar toys.

Comfort or bravery?

Mommy is wondering if I am getting more comfortable with all these new kitties that have been showing up or if I am getting braver as I age. In the past I would never get within 10 feet of anothr cat, but lately I go out on the deck even if the neighbour's furrballs are out there. Although I have to admit I will only go out there if Mommy is out there too!

Quality mommy time

I always have fun when it is just me and mommy. She always makes time for me and that makes me one happy girl. Today she was folding laundry on the bed, and I pounced on one of the shirt, I must have looked really cute because she stopped what she was doing and pet me a bunch and then kissed me lots. And then the best part, she pulled out my favorite toy: my yellow feather on a stick. How I love that toy, and mommy won't let those stinky boys anywhere near it, yucky boy germs. Well she sure pooped me out playing... time for a nice nap.

Malaika is home!

I'm tickled pink I tell you! Malaika came home; her mommy was able to pick her up on Saturday! This is great news, oh Mara must be so excited to be able to snuggle with her sister again!
Wonder if this means maybe mommy will spot my 'twin' tonight on her walk...
well in any case whisker kisses to Mara and Malaika on their reunion.

Sweet twin thought

With all this 'I have a twin' news, mommy and I have been thinking a whole lot about our favorite, and two of the most beautiful tortie twins we have ever seen, Mara and Malaika here on Catster. At the moment Malaika is sick, her human family is doing great taking care of her, and we wish her a speedy recovery. We also hope Mara isn't lonely and missing her sister too much, although just this week she has two new kitten siblings, and so mommy and I are hoping for the very best. So if we ca all send out some happy thoughts, whisker kisses and loving headbutts, everything will be back to normal in no time.

Cloned?

I have a twin! Mom came back from her walk around the block with daddy and exclaimed she found my twin! She ran to get the camera and without giving me details headed back out alone to snap a picture. Well mommy came home sad, she didn't see my twin again but vowed to return again tomorrow evening in hopes she will be out again. So then mommy picked me up off my bookshelf and squeezed me (which I am not too fond of) and took me to the bedroom to pet me on the bed. While there she told me all about my twin, she said that she had long hair -just like me, she was mostly black -just like me, her chin was all orange -just like me, her neck in the front was orange with a tiny bit of white -just like me, her front right paw was orange -just like me, and the very tip of her tail was orange -just like me. She must be my twin! Mommy said she was just lying there in the patch of grass in the sidewalk and was able to walk right up to her, she seemed happy to be pet because she rolled right on her side and back to be rubbed, which mommy gladly obliged. She said she was petting her for almost 10 minutes until daddy practically dragged her away to continue their little neighborhood walk. Mommy said she couldn't believe the resemblance and talked about my twin the whole walk, she is so excited to see her again. I like seeing mommy all giddy.

Yummy grass

My mommy is so good to me that she planted some cat grass and cat wheat grass for me. There are two pots full and they are getting very tall: this means there is plenty to nibble on. I have been a very happy girl for the past few days, strolling along and nibbling away to my hearts content. Although I have noticed that the orange furrball has been nibbling too… hope he doesn’t leave too much boy cooties on the grass he leaves behind.

Spoke too soon

I take it back, I take it all back... Black is as bad as orange, there really is no difference. Boys are bad, there I said it! This cat is just too confident now and thinks this house is his, he roams everywhere and I even caught him napping on my chair. The worst part, he charged towards me this evening. Good thing mom was right there and freaked out, he hates loud noises so he ran towards the patio doors while I made my escape back into the bedroom. I wonder if girl cats are this mean...

Back to normal

Finally...things are back to normal! What was mommy thinking?!?! She deprived me of my wonderful bed tent for 3 days. She seems to think that just because the weather is getting warmer I don’t need it, that just seems mean, I know I have been lying on the pillow that keep it up more than being inside, but I still need my retreat. Well I didn’t hang out more with her this long weekend just because I didn’t have my tent (I think she was hoping I would). Well this morning I was digging in the bed spread for daddy and he giggled, then mommy came in and I continued while looking up at her and letting out little meows and sticking my head into the little hole I had made, she got the hint and so before she went to work she built me my tent, I ran right in and peeked out for some loving. There are just some things that make this furry girl’s life fantastic!

Black might be better than orange...

I'm getting used to this new guy Cooter, he's been here a few months now and he isn't so bad. He has never pounced on me, and he is very calm and even gentle around me. I sniffed him once when he was sleeping, he smells like a boy, a dirty boy. Mommy held me once and took me over to him when he was laying down, and he very sweetly sniffed me. The other day I was inside by the patio door, sniffing the spring air, when he came running up the stairs of the deck towards the house, he stopped and sat down when he saw me. He has manners this cat. Well I still don't want to get too friendly with him, so I trotted away. I really wish he would teach that orange furrball to not pounce on me. Now if mom can teach them both to stop stealing my food, that would be really great!

Clean Bill of Health

Mommy took me to the vet yesterday, my first visit in years... I hate car rides and mommy hadn't found a good yet she liked in years until now, so she took me to Dr Gilmore for my 'senior check-up' as she calls it. I was praised for my beauty by everyone there. *purr,blush,purr* So the vet checked me out and said I was in great shape and everything was fine with me, well my teeth could look better but that is all. It was a nice quick visit, but mommy says I will be going back every year from now on... Oh well at least I got spoiled and cuddled when we got home.

Sissy; Warrior Princess

I dont know what got into me this morning, must have been Zena the Warrior Princess (grandpa used to watch that a lot, and when we lived with him sometimes I would join him) Well Luke has being a huge pain, he attacked me last night (twice!) and during the night he was gurrgling and talking and ruining all of our sleeps. So I got fed up, I was under the bed and he saw me, so I gurrgled back and stared him down, he freaked and ran out and I chased him out! HAHA But then I just jumped up onto my bookshelf and staired at him from there...

Hugs and love from mommy

My mommy has been holding and hugging me a whole lot more lately. You see I am not very fond of being held...but I am getting better according to mommy, which is true. When she first got me I would freeze up and then freak out, mommy got many scars from me leaping off of her. Actually sometimes she still gets those these days too. But now I let her hug me and hold me for a few minutes...then I panic. Mommy is waiting for the day that I might actually purr in her arms. Well you never know, she says I might be mellowing out in my senior years, but for now I will take endless amounts of petting and rubs.
>^..^

The Invasion

That cat came into my space! Doesn't he know that the bedroom is mine, all mine. And to top it off, he ate my food. You know that orange pest is enough trouble, now there is a new guy I have to worry about. He scares me, he snuck up on me and I didn't like that! I made a kitty yeowl at him, but he didn't leave. Thank goodness mommy ran to my rescue. She quickly got him out of my room and snatched me up in her arms, she cuddled me for a long time making me feel better. She made me safe again... for now anyways.

Identity Crisis

My mommy is SO silly... she ran up to me this afternoon taking me out of my warm comfy tent to hug me... she was mubbling something about thinking I was one color when really I was another. I really think I look the same. Apparently she never questioned my adoption when it said 'calico' and has now declared I am a Tortoiseshell. She giggled and said it was perfect as she thinks it suits me exactly. I wonder why she would say that, just because I love to hide, sleep and be petted inside my blanket tents (which she always makes for me) should I be compared to a turtle hidding in it's 'tent'. All I know is that I am as cute as I always have been! And mommy definately agrees!