I'm afraid to hope

I think I've found my forever home, but I'm afraid to get too attached. I've been moved around so much, but it seems I've been here longer than anywhere else and my new mommy says I'm her kitty forever. The nice person who found me out in the country kept me for a while and tried to find my family, but then I was shipped up to Louisville. I was given to a group called Shamrock and after a while ended up in the home of this really nice man. His owner, Mia, was not so nice to me and my babies though. She hissed and spit at us, but the nice man gave us a room where she couldn't bother us. Then one day, a few people came by to visit me and my babies. That is where I met my current mommy. She was so nice and I jumped onto her lap and tried to tell her I liked her. The nice man told her how I much I wanted to go live with her too.

Then one day, the Shamrock people came and took me and my babies away. The nice man kept one of them, but the other two left with me to go to the vet. I had an operation and the next thing I remember, I was at another home. It was the Shamrock lady and there were lots of other animals there. It was ok, but she said once I recovered I would have to go to a pet suppy place and wait for a forever home. I was scared. Then one day, the Shamrock lady took me to my new mommy's house. I th0ught I was home since she said she was keeping me, but then I moved somewhere else. It was really nice. I had a room all to myself with 21 windows, and my new mommy came over every day. It confused me, but she said it was just temporary. She said my brother was in the kitty hospital and had to get all well before she could take me home. The man watching me was a good friend of hers and without him, she would not have been able to give me a forever home. I was kind of confused, but if my brother was sick, I guess it made sense to wait until he was better before taking me home. The man was nice and mommy came every day, so it wasn't bad. I was just tired of moving around and wanted to settle in.

Finally, after a week, mommy came to get me. She took me home and slowly let me meet my two brothers. Jack is kind of nice. Of course, he's an orange guy and we rule. Felix, the sick one pees where he shouldn't even though he's not sick anymore, and we don't like each other too much. Mommy scolds me when I chase him around, but I just want him to love me. I wish she undersood. I have all the toys a kitty could ever want too. Sometimes, mommy lets us go out in the garden with her. We are all inside kitties, but she has a fence and watches us, so she says it's ok for a little while every few days. I am really happy, but still worry I won't be able to stay here. My mommy has introduced me to her vet and got a special carrier with my name on it, so I guess I shouldn't worry so much. I just want to stay here so much and hope every day I get to. So far so good. I'll keep everyone updated. Please wish me luck and hope my mommy means it when she says I'm hers forever and ever. She is a really nice mommy and has never yelled at Felix for peeing everywhere, so I don't see her giving me away, but I've never known a real forever home.

I'm pretty sure I'm staying forever

It's been a while and I'm still here. Things are going great, except my two brothers are not as much fun as I would like them to be. They are old men and sometimes get mad at me when I want to play. Jack is more even tempered than Felix, but they both seem stuffy to me.

Mommy says I'm getting "round" but I'm not sure what it means. She has weighed and measured me and says a bunch of it is just appearance due to my fluffy winter coat, but she did say something about getting pudgy since my operation. What does she expect? When she first met me I was chasing around three kittens. Doesn't she realize how many calories chasing toddlers burns?

Anyway, this is the life. I have awesome toys, really yummy food, a bed of my very own (even if I only use it once in a while) and a mommy who brushes me and loves on me every day. Sometimes I still think I'm dreaming, but then Felix or Jack will swat at me and I know it's real. I am so glad I picked this mommy out of all the people who came to visit the man who was fostering us.

I had to wear a silly cone on my head

It's been so long since I've written, but things here have been busy. A few months ago I got my paw gashed open. Mommy checks all the stuff in the house to make sure it's kitty safe, but she has this wicker chest with really pretty iron scrolling handles on it that I got stuck in. It isn't sharp, but I was attacking Felix (again) and on my back kicking him when my back paw got stuck in the curly part. I kicked and kicked but it wouldn't come loose. Mommy was us getting ready for work and I think my screaming scared her to death because she came running in and freaked out. I was really lucky she was home and she got me untangled.

It was kinda funny then because she was totally naked and realized daddy to be had been nice and opened all the blinds in our sunroom for us so we could look at the birdies all day. All of our neighbors are close and mommy went white as a ghost. If I hadn't been in pain, I would have laughed.

Anyway, it wasn't any big deal at first and mommy came home at lunch to check on me, but I wasn't limping or anything. Odd as it may be, a day later I had a big open gash in my paw. It hurt so I was licking it and I guess my fur was cut. The licking made it peel back and mommy went spastic on me. She said in 20 years she'd never had a kitty hurt. She called our vet but she was booked solid and told us to go to the ER. Daddy to be decided to call his family vet and they were really nice and let us come right in so mommy didn't have to wait at the ER. I had to get stitches and wear this horrid cone thing on my head for days.

After three days, mommy took off the conce and said if I didn't try to pull out my stitches I wouldn't have to wear that awful thing anymore, so I was a good girl and left them alone. It took me an hour to get my head clean though. Ugh. I felt so dirty.

At least it healed up well, the stitches came out and my paw is totally back to normal now. I still bug Felix, but steer pretty clear of that wicker chest.

Special Agent Kitty

Guess what? Mommy told me she had some really cool special assignment for me. She said she and soon-to-be-daddy picked me especially for it too. I am so happy. Things are going great for me. My mommy made sure my paw got healed up and I have everything a kitty could want. Now I get to do something for mommy in return for all she's done for me. I've never been so proud.

Then something horrible happened. I heard mommy and daddy talking about how Felix may not be so stressed out without me here. What do they mean "without me"? Mommy promised me a furever home and after a whole year I finally believed it was true. Now I'm scared to death. When they came to find me, I hid. I made it hard to catch me, but I was outnumbered and they finally got me locked in that carrier thing. I cried and cried, but they kept telling me it was ok. Yeah sure. I've heard that before. I was so scared I was shaking.

We drove f or a while and mommy talked to me on the trip. She said we were just on the way to daddy's so I could do my job. JOB!!!??? I don't want a JOB. I am queen kitty and do not work. Why are they making me get a Job? Was I a bad girl or something? Ok. I admit I chase Felix and make him nervous, but I just want to play. Really. Please don't make me get a job as punishment.

Finally, we reached our destination and it was Daddy's house. Mommy told me he'd seen a mouse around and they needed me to catch it. They are working on daddy's house so they can sell it so he can live with us all the time after this thing called a wedding. Mommy spends a lot of time planning this wedding thing so I know it's important. I breathed a sigh of relief. I know mommy is gone some nights because she stays at daddy's house, so I figured out they are not dumping me. And catching a mouse sounds like a big adventure and not a job at all.

I am sorry I even doubted mommy, but I've been dumped before and just got scared. Mommy seems different, but I just couldn't help myself. Once we got there, they let me out and had food, water and a new litter box just for me. Mommy had some of my favorite toys and even some new ones there too. I got a brand new scratching post of my very own, so I figured it couldn't be all that bad.

It's been a while now and I still haven't found the mouse. Heck, even though I'm alone some, when mommy and daddy are here every other day I get them all to myself. It's great. Yeah, I get kinda loney during the day sometimes, but they rearranged some stuff so I could look outside.

Then all of a sudden I went back home. I was confused, but they said they had to spend the weekend at mommy's, and they didn't want to leave me all alone. I got upset again when daddy put me in the cage Monday to take me back, but once I got back to his house I was fine.

I'm thinking of putting off catching this mouse creature for a while too. I really love having mommy and daddy all to myself. I wonder how long I can keep it up and not have them get upset with me. Mommy has talked to me more than once about how important it is I catch this mouse and I really want mommy to be proud of me, but it's just so nice I am not sure I am ready to leave again. What is a kitty to do????

Aaack. I've been replaced.

I am horrified. I eventually was brought home from Daddy's house because once again, they weren't going to be there for a few days. Since I hadn't caught the mousie, they just left me here at moms and decided to worry about the mousie another time. I overheard mom say Felix would be great at getting the mouse but they can't take him because of his infections that make him pee everywhere. Pfft. What do they know. I could have gotten that mousie if I'd wanted to.

I still had daddy wrapped around my paw and was totally his favorite, so I was happy. Then I heard something awful. Daddy got another kitty at his house. At first I thought it was a bad dream, but it wasn't. He's fostering Miss Kitty. I'm all for fostering because without my foster dad, my kittens and I would never have survived, but now MY daddy is fostering some other kitty. He didn't even like kitties when he met mommy. I'm still in shock. He even goes home some at night to sleep at his house without mommy just so Miss Kitty won't be alone. They left us all alone some when they were both at daddy's but now he doesn't want to leave that foster feline alone!!!!!

To make matters worse, I heard that even though she was sick with a cold she caught the mousie on her second night there. Is she trying to show me up or what? Mommy and daddy were so excited and couldn't quit talking about it to other people. I had to leave the room sometimes because I just couldn't bear hearing about how "wonderful" Miss Kitty was for getting daddy's mouse. Barf.

Thank goodness Felix is such a stressed out mess or that Miss Kitty thing would be coming to live here forever. I just don't think I could handle that at all. I am daddy's favorite and just because she killed the mousie doesn't mean she's better than I am. I hate to sound jealous, but I don't want to share my daddy. It's bad enough sharing him with the two boys, but he says I'm his best girl and that I refuse to share. Maybe they should have named me princess......

I like being the only girl

Well, that Miss Kitty is still living at Daddy's house. I don't like it at all. I hate when he goes home and mommy stays here so no kitty will be left alone. Why did he have to foster her anyway? Now he and mommy talk about keeping her. How did this happen to me? I was daddy's special little girl and now he may bring another girl into MY house. Of course, if Felix stays sick, she can't come, so I am working extra hard to chase Felix around the house. I know it's petty, but I don't want to share my daddy. I've always shared mommy because she had two other kitties when she adopted me, but daddy fell for me hard. He loves Jack and Felix, but he always said I was his favorite. What can I do?

Miss "Thing" even caught another mouse at Daddy's. You'd think she was a kitty god the way they talk about her hunting skills. Barf. She's even in her own special Catster group. Just because she's pure white doesn't mean much to me. I think it's boring, but mommy and daddy think it's so beautiful.

She's even starting to trust them now. The longer she stays, the worse it gets for me. Hopefully, since she's only a foster, someone will take her to a furever home before mommy and daddy marry in April and he moves in. I'm keeping my paws crossed.

Yesterday was the wildest day evah

Wow. Our house was buzzing all day yesterday. Primates are really weird. Mom was giving advice here on Catster to all the parents who have questions and her phone starting ringing and ringing. It seems some really rude people were making fun of mommy and daddy on some web thingy. Mom just rolled her eyes. The phone rang all danged day and it kept interrupting my nap, but I had to hang around to see what all the fuss was about. I kept hearing the words hypocrite a lot and a lot of laughing. Mom was not surprised at all because the folks saying all the stuff about her do the same things to each other behind their backs. Mommy says it's like a soap opera, whatever that is.

The bestest thing is that the people got it all wrong. I heard mom tell someone that's just all part of the game. They get one little piece of information and take a few sentences she wrote and then make up a whole story about it. It sounds kinda fun, but as I was hanging out over her shoulder reading her messages, I found out a bunch of humans say it's a game only little kids play. That confused me because we don't know many little kids who hang out with mommy. She told me we just hadn't met them. Daddy laughed a lot too when he got home because one of the people was someone he helped and talked to during a really bad time in her life and the people she was ganging up with were the ones who dumped her during that time, laughed at her, called her mean names and made fun of her. I am so glad I'm a cat and we don't do that stuff. If I want to show unpleasantness, I just hiss or swat someone with my claws.

Mommy laughed so hard one time that she scared poor Felix to death. You should have seen him jump. Best I can figure is people didn't know daddy was gone and were talking about stuff he did. They saw one thing dad posted and made up this really great story about how it happened too. What they said wasn't even close to the truth, but mommy says no one is interested in the truth because it isn't fun and doesn't make a good drama. Wow, we are so happy Catster has no drama! Everyone here really cares about each other, even the dogs :o

Did I do something bad?

I'm so catfused right now. I can't remember doing anything to make mommy mad at me, but I think she is. She must be mad to have been doing the things she's done to me lately. First of all, she gave me a Pet-i-cure. That's what she calls it. I call it torture and scream my head off. Then, she gave me a brushing. This wasn't just an ordinary brushing either, it was a brushing brushing. Yes, there is a difference. Mom calls the former a brushing and the latter a "grooming". Brushing isn't too bad and sometimes feels pretty good, but that grooming thing is horrible. I am very fluffy but am more so when my winter coat comes in, and I do a good job keeping clean; however, I somehow manage to get a few things mom calls "small mats" near my hind quarters on my hip area. Grooming by mom gets rid of these mats. The indignity of having my fur beautified by my mom is just too much to bear. She has all these instruments of torture she uses on me. Brushes, special combs that have tines that move so they aren't supposed to pull, a trimmer, and something called a shedding blade are all part of her arsenal. I'll tell you something, it's all out war and I react accordingly.

So, that stuff was bad enough but it got even worse, if you can believe it. The day after my pet-i-cure and grooming, mom noticed I had runny poops. Nothing changed in my diet, I didn't eat any parts of my toys, any tidbits of people food or anything, so mom thinks it just may have been caused by stress. Regardless, I managed to get some poops stuck to my pantaloon fur and butt. Mom tried chasing me through the house and managed to catch me a few times. She had the nerve to actually wash my bottom with a warm, wet cloth! Still, it didn't satisfy her need to humiliate me. No sir. After a few rounds of chase, catch, wash and chase again, the worst thing imaginable happened. My back end got a BATH! Yes my furriends, you heard that right, a bath of my hind end. I was so traumatized, I didn't even fight back much.

Honestly, I didn't get my whole body wet, just my feet, tail and back end, but still. It was horrible. I thought my mommy loved me. She was talking all sweet to me, but it was a trick. After she was convinced my hiney didn't stink (her words) anymore, she put me in a big, fluffy towel and kept me warm. She even had the gall to coo at me and tell me what a good girl I was. Then she used some warm air on me to dry me off even better, and didn't let me escape until I was damp and not still dripping.

When the bathroom door opened, Jack and Felix were all sitting there with their mouths hanging open, flabbergasted. They heard my protests (the folks in the next time zone could have) and they were wondering what I did to make mom treat me so bad. I swore I didn't know. Felix said it's because I make chase at that dumb kitty of dad's still sometimes, but I don't buy it. Trying to play with Miss Kitty every once in a while is NOT enough to make mom do everything she did to me. Felix just likes to taunt me because I still chase him sometimes too.

Whatever it was I did, I sure hope I don't manage to end up doing it again because I'm not sure if I can cope with mommy being upset with me the way she was those two days. I'm just glad I lived to tell about it.

Purr therapy brought to my people by loving me

Ok. I don't get it. My siblings seem to be in tune with our humans and their emotions; however, why does it seem to fall on me to administer the serious purr therapy? A few days ago daddy and mommy were watching a movie and it showed a funeral of a veteran. Daddy got sad, remembering his dad's funeral three years ago. I immediately lept onto daddy, nuzzled his face and gave him kisses to wipe away his tears. I could tell he was upset and having me distract him seemed to really make him feel better. He ended up smiling and petting me.

A few days later Mommy had a horrible nightmare and woke up paralized (it's part of having Narcolepsy) but I knew she was having a bad dream so I jumped on her chest and nuzzled her face. Once she was able to move again, she told me how much I had comforted her and pet me a bunch.

My people seem to really appreciate the special attention I show them when they seem sad, but I wonder why my siblings don't always notice. I mean, if mom is really sick, we all stick by her side, but the more subtle things are sometimes lost on my sibs. I know we all love mom and dad to pieces, and I wonder if something is wrong with me. I am so catfused right now.

Mom tells me I'm just special and am more in tune with certain human feelings than my sibs, and I hope she's right. I've always seemed to notice if mom or day seems down or distracted, so I hope they are right and my kisses really help them feel better. That would make me a happy kitty girl !!!!!

I scared mommy today

Many of you know I am not thrilled about sharing my daddy with the kitty he adopted, Miss Kitty. She's very antisocial and I love to play. She and Jack don't mind each other, but Felix and I aren't big slugs like Jack and have had tussles with her. Felix is just high strung and can't even stand the smell of her. Check out his diary if you want more scoop.

As for me, I hate to admit I kinda bullied my way to the top cat position with the two old men who lived here before I arrived, so when the white beast moved in, I was startled to have some real competition. Mom and dad seem to think she was an only child because she did fine at dad's house, but growls at all of us now that she's moved in here. After four months, she still hates us a much as always. So NOT normal. I think she's got a complex :)

Anyhow, I have a tendency to charge at her sometimes and I'm NOT admitting I did today, but we got into a big tussle. It was quick (about one minute) but down and dirty. I'm still flabbergasted that she managed to rip my ear! Yes, you heard me. The evil one ripped my ear.

Mom and dad both freaked out so much. Our vet was booked and mom thought about taking me to the ER, but after she calmed down, she realized stray kitties or outdoor kitties get ear rips all the time and do just fine, so she just washed me up and put on some Neosporin. I didn't even complain and then jumped down, grabbed some chow and curled up for a big nap.

Mom is planning to keep checking my ear and force me to go to the vet if anything looks funny, goopy or if my ear gets too hot. Right now it's a little warmer than the other one, but I don't even flinch if mom touches it. She's such a worry wart. I mean, she was told I was probably an outdoor kitty before I got dumped and I already have one tear in that ear, but I guess I can forgive her for worrying so much. It sure beats the life I had before and I hate to admit it, but it's nice to have someone take such good care of me. Just don't tell mom I said that. After all, I'm a big, tough girl. Don't let my pretty face and floofy appearance fool you >^..^