Finally

That lady who likes to hug and kiss me (I play-bite her to get her to stop, but she won't) finally took more pictures of me.

I'm getting so depressed in her. That stupid Mr. Sketch gets all the attention. I get ignored a lot. I'm the cuter of the two of us; he is shaved, after all. But no one comes to take me home. I am here waiting for the right family, but no one seems interested.

Maybe my new pictures will get posted and people can see how cute I am again.

It's been so long!!

I haven't written a diary entry for ages now. I really must start keeping up to date on this. Who's gonna be able to get to know me if I don't write in my diary? And, alas, my cute looks just aren't getting me adopted.

Not too long ago, I was called the Golden Retriever of cats (dogs .... yuck!). The cat lady assured me it was meant as a compliment. It was supposed to mean that I'm such a happy-go-lucky guy; always bright-eyed and excited about whoever comes my way (I'm not happy about Mr. Sketch coming my way).

I just want some lap to sleep on, some toys to play with (love those feathers!), maybe a cat or two who actually like playing (all Mr. Sketch wants is the lap I was going to sleep on .... he's so pushy).

I love canned food!! And the treats Jane gives me. I want more!! Bring more. And feathers, too!!!! I love that Jane.

A new cat tree

One of the volunteers (do I need to mention Jane's name again?) gave me the most perfect present a few days ago; a big cat scratcher tree. There's the most perfect place to sleep on the very top of it; and so that's where I sleep and hang out most of the time. The best part of it is that I'm constantly out of reach of my bossy roommate, Mr. Sketch.

Jane's such a nice person, I'm sure she meant the scratcher to be for both Mr. Sketch and me. But I claimed it. It's mine, mine, mine! And Mr. Sketch can't have it (until he learns to play with me .... then I might share).

I'm waiting for the lady who works here to take more pictures of me to post on this website. She's been such a slacker lately about taking new pictures of us. I guess she's been busy ... but she does come in on a regular basis to give me some cuddles and playtime. I think I'm one of her favorite kitties. But I'm not sure her judgement is always the soundest; she does, afterall, like Mr. Sketch, too!

P.S. Mr. Sketch thinks he rules ... He's wrong. I rule! Or maybe I'm just too cute! Either way works for me!

Paper Bags

Mr. Sketch was thwarted today! He couldn't hog all the attention. Two people came into my room and I got lots of attention from one of them. I got to play and eat cat treats and sniff & eat catnip. Mr. Sketch was such a pig with the catnip; he stuffed his whole paw into the catnip container and tried to paw all the catnip out! But he wasn't the center of attention today! That was so much fun.

Someone left a bed for Mr. Sketch to sleep in (he's naked .... he had so many matts, they took off all the hair on his body). But I've taken it over. I sleep in it, now. I didn't even give him the chance to try it out (or to get warm).

And paper bags! A nice lady (Jane, a volunteer at the Berkeley Humane) left me a paper bag to play in. I've decided it's a good place to curl up inside of and take a nap. It's awesome! This nice lady also gave me a feather to play with .... one of my favorite toys (I don't think there's a toy out there I wouldn't try playing with at least once).

I'm cute .... and my new roommate sucks!

I'm so cute!! I'm so cute, in fact, that I got to get out of a cage and live in a catopia (a cage-free room at the Berkeley Humane society). I have FIV so people don't take me home. Does this mean I'm not as cute as I think I am?

I moved in with Mr. Sketch, another FIV positive kitty. He sucks. He sits in front of me, wagging his tail back and forth. Then he gets mad at me when I have to play with his tail. He's the one wagging it. If he didn't want me to play with it, then he shouldn't wag it like that! Sheesh!

That Mr. Sketch ... He's so bossy!!!

But I'm so cute! I'm just a playing, fun-loving guy. I love toys. And catnip.

But what I really want is to go home! I know the right home is out there somewhere. But where? And with who? When will that right person come in and whisk me away from this shelter?