Likes: Extremely fond of belly rubs! Also likes hot pink nail caps to match her nose, spying on humans as much as possible, and door mats for scratching.
Pet-Peeves: Loud noises, except when she makes them; being picked up when she's busy.
Favorite Toy: Soft glittery toy balls (attack! attack!); catnip mousies.
Favorite Nap Spot: Plush, newly reupholstered love seat (only the best!).
Favorite Food: Baby food turkey sticks--especially the liquid in the jar.
Skills: Singing soprano (critics have praised her ability to hit the high notes); speed racing (zoom!); interior decoration (carefully sheds white hair on black furniture and black hair on white); knows how to walk while sitting down!
Arrival Story: A new shelter opened in our town. When we went for a visit, Athena interviewed us and told the clerk that she wished to hire us as permanent attendants.
Today, when I woke from my mid-morning nap and went downstairs to my basement playroom to check on dad, who was doing something with the computer down there, I found that instead of sitting nicely at the computer (which I allow him to do in my playroom), he was over by the sliding glass door, tapping on it and looking outside. I went over to see what was going on and saw that on the other side of the door was an enormous raccoon, about twice my size, obviously interested in invading my palace!
Dad was trying to chase it away, but it was obviously unimpressed. I raced over to stand next to dad and gave that nasty raccoon a good, hard, cold stare—and after looking back at me and seeing that the puny human was not defending his home all by himself, it ran off! Get lost, Mr. Raccoon! I am in charge here. I will defend this territory. I will protect the humans. *victory dance*
Dad found some of my old catnip mousies under the bed. I have catnip mousies in a variety of colors--pink, orange, green, and blue. Well some of the mousies had evidently been hidden there fur a long time, and some of their color had bled onto the rug. I wonder what could have caused that? There isn't any water. It seems very odd.
Two signs of spring at my house! (1) The red witch hazel near our front door is finally starting to bloom (it's about two weeks late). The flowers are tiny--each one is about the same size as one of my claws--but they're cute, like little red bows. (2) The tree rose which mom winters over in the garage isn't dead after all, as we thought--some new leaf buds are starting to open.
I'm so tired of winter--dad has had to spend so much time shoveling snow that it cuts into his time playing with me. That is not acceptable. Go away, nasty winter! Spring is coming!