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My new home

My new home so far

In April, I was brought in to the county shelter. It was scary there! They thought I was 6 years old a chocolate point siamese. Little did they know, I'm about 14 years old, and look much more like a ragdoll than anything else. I probably have Siamese in me somewhere, though, because I have crossed eyes and a kink in my tail. I spent about a week at the county shelter before I was transferred to Cat Adoption Team, in Sherwood. They were better at guessing my age--they thought I was 10 years old. While they tried to take care of me, I was really scared. I spent a lot of time in the hospital ward. I didn't feel so well. Eventually I was transferred to a cage downstairs near the gift shop. My human came in on June 8th and looked at all the cats upstairs. She had almost given up until she saw me! I let her hold me, and I didn't hiss at the other cats when she brought me next to their cages. She put me back in my cage, and I was so sad! But she came back a few minutes later with a plastic carrier and took me home!

My new home is big. It has two bedrooms. For the first week, I stayed in the little bedroom with my own food and litterbox. I still run in there sometimes thinking I'll be fed in there. The other room is where my human sleeps. Sometimes I sleep next to her. Sometimes I like to wake her up so she'll pet me in the middle of the night. I've tried nibbling on her hands to get her to pet me. I also chomped on her head a few days ago. She didn't like that very much. Willow chews on her hair, so I don't know why she got mad at me for chewing on her head!

She feeds us canned food. It's yummy. I ate most of it right away. Willow and I eat next to each other sometimes. I don't mind that. I do chase Willow when she runs though, and sometimes I bite her on the back while she drinks water. I want to make sure she knows I'm the boss.

I'm not always so tough though. I get nervous when people come in the house. I used to run even when my human came home, but now I greet her at the door. Sometimes, I try to slip outside, though I haven't been able to do it yet. There are other kitties that sit on the porch, and I need to scare them off! I yell at them to go away from inside the house, but it doesn't work.

All in all, I like my new home. I have a playmate and a human who takes care of me. Life is good.