September 26th 2006 11:59 am
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Four years ago today, I was a tiny itty bitty kitty living in the pound. I was only three weeks old! The workers were feeding me with a bottle at first, then I started eating wet food so they put me up for adoption.
A lady came to the pound to play with the kittens, walk the puppies, and help clean their cages four years and one day ago. She saw me, and she told me she may be coming back to get me! She had to think about it. Well I was really sweet to her and purred and headbutted her, so of course she came back to see me the next day.
I had to say goodbye to my brother, but he also found a good home. He was a brilliant orange guy, and Mommy always wonders whether or not he would have turned out to be as crazy as I am (not that she would trade me in for anything). Mommy took me out of that smelly cage and carried me into this big room full of ... DOGGIES! I got scared. So she held me snug and said that we had to go through the doggie room to get to the main office! Finally, the sounds of barking dogs subsided and we were in an air-conditioned room and some people were talking in serious voices with Mommy. She wrote a note to them on a piece of paper that she took out of her wallet, and then she wrote her name on it all fancy. She said it was a check, and she had to give it to them before they would let her take me home! Home? What was that, I wondered.
The next thing I knew, I was being put into a big cardboard box with holes in the side. Mommy said she didn't yet have a carrier for me, so I had to ride in the box. I cried from the moment she put me in the box until the moment she took me back out of the box!
I was so tiny that I could sit down in the palm of Mommy's hand. We were inside a warm, cozy building! There was soft stuff on the ground, and places for humans to sit and eat and even watch a box with pictures on it! Mommy inspected me closely as we sat on the couch, and she said, "Oh No Luna! You have fleas!! Lots of them!!"
I didn't know what that meant; all I knew was that I was really, really itchy. So Mommy said she would fix that. I was too little to have something called Frontline, so Mommy left me at home and went to the store to buy some kitty cat shampoo. She put me in a little bowl in the sink and gave me my first bath. It wasn't so bad; and after it was over, I didn't have any more itchies!
It didn't take me long to get comfortable in my new home and start showing my "true colors." From the time I was two months old, I had become my true self: hissing, growling, biting, spitting, scratching, screaming, etc. But then again, for about 10 minutes at a time a couple times a day, I just wanted loving from Mommy. So I'd purr and headbonk her and arch my back so she would scratch me. She quickly learned that once I gave her "that look," she better stop scratching me because the moment has passed, and I will resume my normal attack-first, ask questions later, attitude.
These past four years have been wonderful for me. I've gotten to eat a variety of delicacies as far as cat food goes, and I've gone from being an itty bitty kitten to a rather hefty girlcat! Mommy is always trying to help me watch my girlish figure, but my weight just never goes down. It's ok, Mommy. I don't mind being a big girl!
I went from being absolutely horrified of "outside" to going "outside" in my stroller! Now I love watching the great outdoors from the safety of my stroller! Sometimes I even get to go outside with Mommy when I'm not in my stroller! She watches over me carefully to make sure I don't get hurt. Grandmaw and Grandpaw let me outside by myself, but Mommy doesn't like that so she refuses to do it.
I wish I was with Mommy today, but I'm not. I'm at home with Grandmaw and Grandpaw. Mommy used to take me to the apartment when she went to class, but I don't do so well in the car. I usually have an accident in the carrier, and I get really stressed out. I used to sit on Mommy's shoulders in the car until that time I tinkled on her back! That was a long time ago before Mommy realized (duh Mommy) that I needed to be riding in a carrier for safety reasons! So even though I'd rather be with Mommy all the time, I am OK seeing her only on the weekends when she, Sindri, and Lucky Boo come home.
Some of you might be saying, "Today's not your birthday Luna! Today's your adoption day!" after reading this entry. Well, you're right! Mommy adopted me four years ago today. But since I was so itty bitty, we celebrate this as my adoption day and my birthday!
When Grandmaw gets home from work today, she is going to let me open my birthday package from my good friend Rocky Ann! I can't wait to see what she sent! Rocky Ann has great taste so I know I'll love whatever it is that is in that box. I'd like to say THANK YOU to all my furriends who gave me lovely pmails and rosettes today! I never expected to get such warm birthday greetings! So THANK YOU to Ele' and Gimme, Rocky Ann, Eclair, and Simba for the pmails they sent me! And THANK YOU to the kitties who gave me rosettes too: *Super Strollers* group; Simi, Sock, Ashlye, Cinderella & Awnee; Coco; Grover & Dexter; Snuggle; and Blade & Tigga!
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS FOR MAKING THIS THE BEST BIRTHDAY/ADOPTION DAY EVER!!!
August 14th 2006 7:36 pm
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I have been missing Mommy ever since she left yesterday. I have wandered all over the house countless times since she, Sindri, and Lucky Boo vanished last night! I guess they have returned to that "college" thing that Mommy is always talking about. I heard her saying that she wanted to take me with her, but Grandmaw and Grandpaw talked her out of it. They said three cats in her apartment is one too many. I do hate riding in the car unless I'm laying across Mommy's shoulders like I used to do before I had to ride in the carrier. So I suppose it's a good thing I stayed behind. I'm sure Mommy will be coming home every weekend anyway! She always says she's not going to, but then when Friday comes Mommy packs up and comes back home.
After wandering around for minutes and minutes and minutes--practically an hour-- looking for Mommy, I decided to settle for the next best thing and allow Grandmaw the privelege of petting me. I let her pet me last night after Mommy left then again tonight when I was going into my daily attention-craving mood. Generally I only want affection for about 5-10 minutes, and that was the case these past two days. I just wish Mommy was here to share that time with me. She can't resist trying to pet me after that 5-10 minute session is over, then I get to bite and scratch her! What fun! I can't wait until she comes back.
Purrs & Growls, Hisses & Meows,
August 2nd 2006 2:31 pm
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First and foremost, I would like to thank *Casper* for the lovely rosette!! Thanks Casper!
You may have noticed my music video disappeared and was replaced by some dumb message from AOL. I'm going to find another source for it and put it back (It's in Our Hands is my favorite Bjork song and I will have the video on my page again--do not try to thwart the Psycho Loon's intentions). But I also am going to leave the new song up too. I added "The Pleasure Is All Mine" by Bjork from her album Medulla. It's a live performance from 2004 that Lucky Boo just discovered the other day. Mommy was thrilled to see new Bjork performances that she'd never seen before! The Pleasure Is All Mine is about women, I think, so I had to be the cat to display it on my page--I'm the only female!
The neatest thing about it is that when you hear those drums, they're not drums!!! They're the sounds coming from the mouth of Rahzel, the formidable figure to the left of Bjork. The other person, to Bjork's right, is Tanya Tagaq, an Inuit throat singer from British Columbia. I don't care too much for her, as I am not a fan of throat singing. It sounds ugly to me. But her voice supposedly represents the ugliness in nature on the album Medulla. In that respect, I think it's perfect!
My Mom and Lucky Boo like Tanya Tagaq because she's so unique. Some of her singing doesn't sound as bad as this (but all the songs on Medulla which feature Tagaq's voice also feature the same ugly noises). One song, Ancestor, track 11, is my Mom's least favorite Bjork song ever because Tanya Tagaq has a huge part in it and sounds like she's choking, or dying... one of the two.
I let Mom pet me last night. I don't know if I'll let her do it again today.
Hisses & Growls,