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If It Ain't Moving.....Then Neither Am I

I'm 14 Year's Old

August 1st I turned 14 year's old!! Mom can't believe that I've been in her life for so long. I'm a permanent fixture and I have seniority over those two pups that live wiff me.

Where's my cat nip? Where's the cake? Where's the fanfare?????

Happy Birthday to Me!

Fair Share of Time

I'm not getting my fair share of Catster time! Those darn Dogster dogs take up all of my mom's time and she can't seem to find time for me to make new friends.

I'm feeling a bit neglected. Although I'm not one to beg for attention, but every once and awhile I would like a nice head rub and some typing time from her.

This is a pet peeve of mine: I hate when my mom moves just when I get cozy on her lap or on the couch. She says that I take sooo much time to get cozy that by the time I do finally settle in, she has to get up. What's with that? I can't help it if I'm OCD and have to do my rituals. First I have to sniff and sniff and then I have to do the muffins on her belly or on her lap...and I have to do at least 200 of those kneading paws before I can settle in...

Mom sez I'm OCD but I just think it's the norm of being a CAT. Right?

My First Website

Meow...
Well I can't believe it. My mom actually found time to create me my own living space outside of this house--Catster.

Well here I am. My name is Casey. My mom thought i was a boy cat because I walked like I owned the place. I was only about 4 months old when she rescued me. She said I had a toughness when I walked that made her believe I was a boy cat until I went to the vet and my chart was changed to Female with an Attitude.

I was an only child until along came a DOG. Having lived inside almost all my life, I had no idea what my mom was bringing home. Five years ago, a pup arrived and since then my life has changed.

I use to be able to move about as I pleased. I ran the house and I admit, I wasn't the easiest cat to get along with, but my mom was persistent and I finally gave in.

Now I co-exist with two basenjis and a mom and dad and my dad's son. The boy likes me. I know he does cuz he watches out for me. He likes to come over and try to pet me. I don't mind really and I like that he gives me some attention. I think he's a little scared of me cuz I wasn't always nice to him. It's the nature of me, I guess. But I'm getting to a point where I'm softening up to him.

Well, I'll write more another time. This is my first time ever expressing myself and I must admit, I do have a lot to say. But I'll save it until next time.