City Kitty

A hopeful development

Maybe she is really keeping me, because today Mama took me outside in one of those horrid boxes with holes, and then she let strange people do stuff to me, and then they put me back in the box and she TOOK ME HOME AGAIN. And I got EXTRA CANNED FOOD! The strange people were alright, but there were a lot of scared dogs making noise, and scared animals make me nervous. Cuz what are they scared of? There could be something bad I don't know about. It's all made me very tense and I need to go and relax on my purr pad, now that I know this is really MY apartment.

Furrrbulous dahling

Mama still hasn't found my secret stash of mices! Heee! She'll never suspect!!
But meanwhile I only have two micey toys left to toss and chase. So today Mama pulled out a new toy -- a metallic purple foofy pom-pom ball, with lots of shiny threads sticking up everywhere. It is so light that it slides really fast on the floor and I can throw it really far -- but I don't like to throw it too far -- I like to carry it around in my mouth because it's mine mine mine my fabulous purple foil thread foofy ball! Mama says I am living up to my namesake.
I got so much exercise that I should have gotten extra canned food to keep my strength up, but I only got my regular amount. Unfair! I would picket and protest but I'm too tired from all that chasing of the purple fabulous.

Reunited

I would have written before but I was sooo busy settling in to my apartment. I am soooo much more confident now than when I arrived. Then the last few weeks were very hard, because mama went away for days and days. A man came and fed me, and petted me, but it's not the same. Then FINALLY last weekend, mama came home again -- I cried and cried and cried -- it was very emotional, darling! Now I have weeks of missed cuddling to compensate for, and I don't even want to play with my toys because I want to keep mama in sight, in case she tries to sneak out again. I try to sit on her so she won't go anywhere. She tried to give me some new kind of treat -- freezedried chicken -- but I refuse to eat anything so spongy. Why won't she just give me more canned food? I gobble down my two half-cans per day, and then I move the plate aside to make sure I didn't miss any crumbs that fell off the plate. But then all that's left is dry food. Yuck.

I'm just getting over the shock!

Mom brought another cat into our home! She's supposed to be my sister, but she's really an obnoxious brat, and I waited until Ma went out and then told Bridey to quit bothering me or she'd be sorry. So now she mostly leaves me alone, but sometimes I play chase with her, but just for the exercise. Also, I suppose she is someone to talk to when Ma is out.
Just so long as everyone remembers who's in charge here!