Four Years Ago...

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!!!

Next Best Thing

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,
Luna

The Pleasure Is All Mine

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,
Luna

Sindri Won't Leave Me Alone!!

Since I'm in the active column right now on Diary Central, I figured I needed to update my diary!

I've been kind of crazy these past couple days.... freaking out for no reason, biting and scratching and hissing... I guess I'm back to my "normal" psychotic self! Although there were a few exceptions when I let those humans pet me! But Sindri just won't leave me alone! He's asking for it. I've given him several polite "hiss" warnings to leave me alone, but he just doesn't seem to get the message! I guess he wants to play with me because he hasn't been able to play with Lucky Boo lately. Mommy and my Grandparents won't let him mess with the Strollin' Boo anymore. They usually stopped him before, but now, they really stop him--with a water gun!! I feel his pain, but I still do not want to spend any time with him!!

So to Sindri, hear this:

I DO NOT WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU! *HISS*

Oh I hope he reads this when he's on Catster again and gets the idea that I want to be left alone! I don't want to have to hurt him....

Hisses & Growls,
Luna

Diary of the Day Pick!? Me!?

Wow, I am so happy today! Catster e-mailed Mommy and told her I was selected as one of the Diary of the Day picks for today! Yay! I didn't find out until just now because I'm staying in Perry with my grandparents. Mommy talked to them earlier and told them, so they told me! I guess that's just another reason for to be nice.

I have been being quite friendly these past few days. Too bad Mommy isn't here to see me. I jumped in Grandmaw's lap a couple times and even let Grandpaw pet me! I'm surprised he's brave enough to touch me after that incident a few years ago, when I bit his hand so hard he had to go to the hospital!

Grandmaw also told me there are kittens living under Mommy's apartment. They are little, and there are at least two of them. They are about the same size as I was when Mommy adopted me, which is about 3-4 weeks old! They are wild, and they won't let Mommy catch them. She doesn't know what to do because she knows that they are still living with their Mommy, who is also wild. They have food and shelter and water, because Mommy has been feeding their Mommy ever since she moved into her apartment in January. I know Mommy wants to catch all 3 of them so they don't have to live as scavengers anymore, but I hope they run away from her! Four cat brothers to bother me is more than enough! Plus, Grandmaw told Mommy she can't have the kittens. So for now, Mommy will just continue to feed them and give them water. I do kind of wish I could see them because apparently they are extremely cute. One is a gray tabby and the other one is solid black just like Mama Cat, their Mommy. Mommy named the kittens Mozart and Shakespeare after two of the meerkats on Meerkat Manor! They are her 2 favorite members of the Whiskers family.

I hope Lucky Boo is still feeling all right. I heard he got really sick last night: he had a seizure and he threw up too! Even though I don't like having so many cat siblings, I do like Lucky Boo and I hope nothing bad happens to him! I'm glad the Dutch hasn't had any more hairballs lately; those things are gross! I've never had one, but I've seen his and believe me, they are nasty.

Purrs,
Luna

Active!? You betcha!

Hola a todos los amigos míos!!

OK, no more Español for now. I just have to practice up on it a little since my name is Spanish.

Since my diary is listed as Active, I know a few more kitties out there may be reading it than usual. So I'd like to ask everycat who stops by my page to please go to *BUDDIE's* Catster page and leave him a treat or two :)

He's been on a feeding tube for quite some time, and he just hasn't been able to eat any solid food. Please leave him some treats so that maybe his appetite will return and he'll be able to eat and hear the "crunch crunch" of some real food again!!

In other news, I am still being quite the nice girl! Mommy's off at college, but I've jumped up in Grandmaw's lap a few times in the past few days! And I didn't scratch or bite or even hiss at anyone at all!!

Purrs,
Luna

Another Uncharactaristically Kind Moment

It happened again. I don't know what is happening to me. Maybe I am becoming a softie in my old age of 3 years.

Mommy and Grandmaw were in Grandmaw's bedroom watching a movie on TV. I walked in there with them, planning on scratching Mommy and biting Grandmaw. But something happened. After I jumped up on the bed and was preparing to unleash my wrath, I started....... Purring. Loudly.

What is going on?? How can a pure evil girl like me be so........ Nice?

Not only did I Purr, I also... Head Butted Mommy. Over and over and over. And I arched my back so she would scratch me. And I kept Purring.

I did not snap out of my trance-like state of kindness like I did the other day when Mommy was petting me when I was in Lucky's purple chair (the pictures on my page tell that story). Instead of realizing what was going on and that I had to stop her from touching me, I plopped down right beside Mommy on the bed and continued to Purr and let her Pet me!

I don't know what to do! I don't know what is happening! I want to change back to my psychotic old self, but I don't know if I can!!

Hisses and ...... Purrs?

Luna

Grrrrr...Another Car Ride

I am so mad! Mom told me that we're going back to Perry. Now, don't get me wrong--I hate this apartment. But I hate riding in the car even more! I hate Sindri too. He's been wanting me to "play" with him all day. I told him no. I'm just not that type of Cat. I don't like to "play." (unless I'm playing with a bug or something else I can torture!!)

I've realized my new haircut really does make me look like a sissy. Sindri thinks I'm all cutesie now, but I'm not. I'm still the same ole Evil-Loon. Right now, I'm feeling more evil than usual because of my upcoming car ride (hiss).

Hisses and Growls,
Luna

In our crummy apartment

Well Felines,
I hate to admit it, but I kind of like my new haircut. It's so much cooler and less itchy and less dirty! I had to stop Mommy from shaving any more though, so I scratched her up good. I think I busted one of her blood vessels with my razor-sharp claw, hahahahaha (evil laugh). As of right now, my haircut is officially completed! Unless Mommy decides to risk more injury...

We are in Statesboro: Mommy, Sindri, and I. Something happened to me when I was in the purple chair earlier. Mommy started petting me, and... I... Uncharacteristically (wow that's a long word!)....I...LET HER. I don't know what happened!! I wanted to bite and scratch my way out of it, but it felt...good. So I started to do the unthinkable: I PURRED. I know right? Such bizarre behavior for me! I was in a trancelike state, unable to attack! But suddenly, I snapped out of it....and was back to my normal psychotic self, as you can see in the pictures I uploaded a little while ago.

I know all the pictures are basically the same, but they tell a story. A story of the persuasion of the Loon. Somehow Mommy persuaded me not to attack her (for like 5 whole minutes!!). I must learn her secret and unravel her strategy. I mustn't let this happen again!

If you want to see my other pictures, they're still in my photo book. I added lots more today. Somehow I ended up with 51 pictures, when the limit's only 50. Don't know how that happened.

Anyway, I must come up with a counter attack to use in situations such as this when Mommy pets me and I let her. Farewell, felines...until my next entry.

Psycho Loon

Still Being Shaved

I can't believe it! Mommy is still shaving me a little each day! I've tried so hard to sink my claws into her flesh, but I just can't seem to do it! She's figured out how to hold me in ways that don't allow me to bite or scratch her! The horror! She told me I'm getting a lion cut. I'm going to look like a sissy freak when she's done with me! I have been a lot friendlier when she's not shaving me though because I'm much more comfortable without all those matted clumps of hair that were sticking to me and causing me so much discomfort. But I still miss my long beautiful fur.