I am UNIQUE

When mom and dad lounge around for the evenings and watch tele, I usually come and do the same and lay up on the back of the couch. My dad always says to mom, "Sweetpea sure has the neatest markings. She is the prettiest little thing. You sure can tell that she is your cat though, she only seems to like you and she only tolerates me".
I am kind of aloof with all other human beings except for mom. That doesn't mean that I don't like them but I guess it is because of what I heard the vet tell mom when she brought me in for a shot. The vet said, "Torties have attitude". So, I guess that is my explanation because I can't think of a good reason of why I am the way I am.

I LOVE MY "TOY-FLY"!!

I love it when I hear my mom call out, "Sweetpea! Come and play with the toy-fly! Toy-fly! The toy-fly is here. I come running out to play, even if I am sleeping on the bed, when I hear mom call out "toy-fly" I come running all excited to get into the chase. In the summer I play with real flys. I love to catch real fly and it gives me experience for the summertime to play in the winter with my "toy-fly". A toy fly is called a "lazar pointer" by human beings. I see it as a "toy-fly"!! A red toy-fly. It goes all around the room like a real fly, up the walls, across the ceiling, down on the floor, all over the furniture and boy and I fast. I run fast and faster after the toy-fly!

The New Toy

Our mom bought us a new toy yesterday, a lazar pointer and boy do I love chasing and playing with it. My new step sister Love Muffin can't get into it and enjoy it because she knows that it is just a light spot and therefore cannot grab it and she has no interest in it. I love to chase it as it gives me practice for the spring and summer to "get the flies"!! When mom says, "get the fly, Sweepea, get the fly", I go beserk and look everywhere for the fly because I am a great fly hunter. The lazar pointer keeps me in shape to catch flies.

I LOVE TO TEASE AND TORMENT MY BIG SISTER BABY

I can sure get my big sister all upset and angry. All I have to do is get close to her and look at her and she starts to growl and hiss and wants to chase me and swat me! Last night when mom was already in bed, Baby was sleeping at the foot of the bed. Instead of jumping up with mom at the top of the bed where I sleep everynight, instead, I stayed at the foot of the bed on the floor and peeked up over the side of the bed at Baby and it made her so mad at me! She started growling and hissing and throwing a terrible fit! It got mum upset because she wanted to go to sleep but here Baby was ranting and raving at the foot of the bed!

Trip to the vets.

My mum is really upset right now. Our little family member Chloe the ferret is dying and mum has been giving her medicine but maybe will have to end up taking her to be put down. Chloe is very old for a ferret, 9 years old. We play with Chloe when she is out even going into the shower stall with her to share a drink of water from the floor. She loves that. She used to be very agressive and ornry biting everybody except mum. She didn't bite me and my sisters either. Mum said that instead of taking Chloe to the vets and having her put down, she would rather take a human family member to have them put down because of their emmotional abuse and greed and selfishness. Mum is hesitating having Chloe put down because it hurts badly and at the same time she cannot allow Chloe to go on suffering. Mum has talked to us about our time when it comes . Mum hopes that she is not here to make that decision. Mum is in remission and is thinking that it would be better to take her permanent vacation. She feels the only reason she stays alive is because of us as we are all so dear to her. The truth is, if mum had to choose between us and her mother, she would choose us. That is just the way she feels right now.

GETTING MY BACK SCRATCHED GIVES ME A LONGING FOR TOES TO- LICK!

I love my back being scratched. Right on top of my back right where my tail should have been, that is, if I had one. I am a rumpy and have no tail but I sure love the top there scratched really good and hard. It drives me nuts, so nuts in fact that it is like having a instant response to having to lick my mom's toes when she scratches me. If her toes are not right out in front for me to lick, I'll lick the floor, the rug, anything but I'd rather have the toes because it is more like a grooming exchange. My rough tongue makes my mum barely be able to stand me licking them but it is too funny to watch me react in such a silly way to having my back scratched.

PREDICTING AN EARTHQUAKE

My mum really paid close attention to me and my sister Sasha and Baby. A few weeks ago we were really making a lot of vocal noise and running through the house and bouncing up on the walls, way more that usual. Especially me. Since I am an indoor kitty, mum was very upset that I had actually broken a screen to get outside. I have never done that before. Mum wrote and told a few people that we were maybe trying to let everybody know that we were going to have an earthquake. At 1:39am early on the Thursday morning, maybe it was the 3rd of August, the whole house shook really hard and woke everybody up. We are already awake of course. We knew it would happen. Even though it was only a moderate quake an 3.9, it was epicentered only a few miles from us. Mum has been taking very close notice when it comes to our behavior. She tells us anyhow to meow a lot if we know an earthquake is coming and that is what we did and so she was able to tell people. We kitty cats can be very good earthquake monitors. Mum is proud of us.

When I am good I am very very good but when I am bad I am- horrid!

I am not allowed to go outside. I am an indoor kitty that lives the live of leisure and is pampered and never has to step in a mud puddle and mess up my paws. Still, I have fantasies about exploring the great outdoors and being a great hunter and predator. I sit on my shelf in mom's bedroom that is right alongside the window. I lay on it and daydream for hours and hours and look out the window sometimes wondering what it would be like to be an outdoor kitty like my step sisters, Lady Jane and Melah. They are allowed to go outside but I am not! It's not fair! My mum tells me it is because she loves me and never wants me to get hurt or lost. The other night one of the screens on the window finally wore out so when I gave it a good push, down it went! I had my eye on it for a while now dreaming of the night I would take advantage of being able to escape. I also heard my mum mention to dad about that screen. I am very smart and I fully understand the English language and what they are talking about. The door to that room is always closed at night except mum's granddaughter Shekinah was staying over so it was open. Here was my great chance! It was three in the morning, nice and hot and I used that as an excuse and said to myself, "if I just go out for a couple minutes, it will be alright". I jumped down to the ground from the window. It was not too high and scary. Our back yard is fenced in. Is the big mean tom cat around? Where is he at and where is Lady Jane. Why isn't she here? I am getting really scared right now! Oh my! I think I should not have jumped down and did this after all I am very, very scared! I will yowl at the top of my voice so my mommy will hear. I want to come in. I am scared to death. Luckily, my mom got up to go to the bathroom and because I was not there to follow her in, she knew something was wrong immediately. I follow her every single night into the bathroom when she gets up to go. She immediately remember the screen being broke and went straight to the backdoor where I was waiting for her, crying my little heart out! I put on a good show of being scared and crying so she would not get really mad at me. She picked me up and hugged me and told me that I was very naughty and deserved a good spanking but I was not going to get one, today that is! Mom was relieved to have found me before that big mean neighborhood tom cat kitty did!

Desperate housekitty!

Boy, was I ever naughty for mum last night. My sissies and I are used to our mum getting up to go bathroom around 3 am when she will also put out our food dish also because I am so famished! The weather was so nice and warm that after we ate, we were jumping on mum's bed while she was sleeping and rattling the mini-blinds by the bed because we thought we would get her up to play too! Instead, mum got up and went to he bathroom again. We all follow her when she gets up so we all followed her to the bathroom. Instead of getting up to play with us, she went back to bed and shut her bedroom door to keep me out! I was heart broken! In sheer desperation I threw my body up against the door, rattling and banging it and crying out with my yowl of disapproval! My daddy kept saying Shhhh! Shhhhh! but, I kept on crying until I got my way. I can really make the door bang really loud and I can rattle it too when I want mum to get up and play with me. I am her favorite and she spoiled me so she should not get upset with me as it is a behavior I have learned from getting my own way all the time!

Playing "FETCH" with mum

It had been a long while since my mum played fetch with me. She remembered about the game suddenly yesterday and thought, "Oh! Maybe Sweetpea don't remember and know how to play fetch anymore"! Anyhow, at first she threw one of Melah brand new catnip toy mice that is a bright colored green, so pretty! I didn't want it, and I would not fetch it! I don't want one of Melah's toys. I want one of my favorite smelly hair ties that mum's grandkids use for their hair. They are nice and fragrant and I don't really know why, but, they are my favorite things to fetch. Since I wouldn't fetch the new toy mouse and I turned my snoot up at it, mum figured it out. She went and got a hair tie and threw it and I ran after it eagerly. I remembered how to play fetch. I brought it to her only half way at first because I wanted to see mum go halfway and fetch it too, so, I dropped it where she would have to come and get it. We played for a while. I finally did fetch it and bring it all the way so mum would not think that I was just into doing a half-assed job! My mum make a great big fuss and noise when I bring it to her. She claps her hands and says, "You're so Smaaaarrrrrtttttt"! You're so Smmaaaarrrrrtttt"! I really love hearing her say that. When I drop it at her feet, I come close and rub up against her leg and approve of her admiration of me.