Nicknames: Bree, Rodentia, Flea-ana, Flee-ana, Little Girl, Ratly Girl, Rapier
Birthday: May 29th 1998
Likes: being scratched on her back
Pet-Peeves: people, noise,
Favorite Toy: cat charmer
Favorite Nap Spot: foot of the bed, back of the couch
Favorite Food: anything from a can
Arrival Story: When Rufus and I were living in Tennessee, the vet suggested I get Rufus a new companion since he was putting on weight. The next time we were in the vet's waiting room, a man was waiting with a sick kitten. He asked if I was looking for another cat and i told him I couldn't afford a sick cat. He said he had 2 other kittens at home. I went the next night to see them and they were half-feral. He left a window open so they come and go as they pleased. Briana was the only one I could catch, so I settled for her.
I liked the name Alexis, but I've taken a vow of "no vowels" and Lexis sounds too much like the car. I was going to name her Diana but decided it might be too trendy since Princess Diana had recently died, so I settled for Briana (which is now trendy). Her middle name is Siri for the vet Rufus and Bob had as kittens.
Today be meow like a purrate day. My family usually loves dressing up as pirates, but we're not really celebrating this year. I'm still stuck at Not-the-Momma's house and it looks like I'll be here for another week! Those little ITs came for a couple of days last week and were locked in the living room. They were really unhappy but I got to taunt them through the French door, so I had some fun at least. Momma's bathroom is finished finally, but the condo association has to replace some pipes in the living room ceiling. So I'm banished until that's finished so Momma can lock the ITs in MY bedroom. Not fair!
So our internet access is limited since Momma has to use her laptop on her lap in bed with no mouse. She talks about getting wireless internet but she hasn't yet. I'll send my thank yous out when I can, but it probably won't be before next week.
I meant to fall, I mean jump, while I was walking across the staircase banister in Not-the-Momma's house. I did not slip on the pair of shorts he left hanging on the newel. He certainly did not need to call Momma in a panic, although I'm kind of glad he did because she told him to try to lure me out of the cat condo where I was hiding by giving me an extra serving of Fancy Feast. It was yummy. But I certainly do NOT need to go to the v-e-t tomorrow. Momma's right - I don't appear to be hurt, I'm eating and running, and a trip to the vet would just be even more stress that I don't need. I'm COTW, so what I say goes, and I say forget the vet and bring me more Fancy Feast!
Bo bcat here. Momma called the vet. They have an opening at 12 if Momma needs to bring in Briana. She's acting as normal as she ever does and she even sneaked downstairs into Not-the-Momma's room when he wasn't looking. She had some time hanging off the banister before she dropped and she was able to snag something as she fell to slow herself down. Momma thinks she landed on her feet and was just shaken up. Then having Not-the-Momma freaking out just freaked out her even more. Heheh, Not-the-Momma's first thought when she fell wasn't about Briana - he was worried that Momma was going to KILL him if something happened to her little girl.
If you could spare a few purrs for the family, we could use them. Everyone is SO STRESSED out right now and tomorrow will only be worse. Momma's bathtub is being refinished tomorrow, so the boys are going to Not-the-Momma's house for a couple of days so they won't inhale the fumes. They'll be locked in the living room so they won't pester Briana, but she'll know they're there and won't be happy about it. Momma says the poor little drama queen doesn't need anymore drama.