I've been tagged!

Actually I have been tagged by Friday and Sirius. My typist has been busy these last couple of weeks.

I am supposed to tag 7 cats, and they are *drumroll*:

1) Orange Man: 391307
2) Trailer Kitties: 541910
3) Fabulous Ferals: 507545
4) Cow!Cat: 459128
5) Gilbert (FelV+): 302011
6) Smokey: 416250
7) Sophie: 433630


The rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own diary about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.

My Seven Facts
By Patches

1) I'm old-school. I've been here for 8 years, and I've seen it all. Birth, death, every kind of weather and shelter from it. The average feral cat only lives 5 years, but I have every intention of being as old as Cookie someday.

2) I love to hunt, but chipmunks are my favorite catch. I don't leave presents for my humans. My kills are all for me and my buddies. I do like to play with my prey after I catch it, probably a little too much, but I never get blood on my pretty white fur.

3) I wash my white boots in the neighbor's bird bath. That's how I keep them so pretty.

4) I am always the last one to eat. Always have been. I come out as soon as the food's there, but I wait until I don't have to compete or be crowded to get it. I am a patient girl.

5) I had 2 babies when I was younger, in successive years, one litter of one at a time. Both babies were named Double Patches, but neither made it more than a few weeks, unforunately.

6) Swayback is my best friend. We hole up in the cathouses together while Charlie and Lefty take the other one and Midnight sleeps on her windowsill and Nero sleeps on the patio furniture, or under it if it's raining.

7) Unlike radley, I have no idea how pretty I am, but I am gorgeous.

I'll never tell . . .

So I've been pretty scarce lately. Can you blame me? Yesterday was the first day I've seen our grass in a month. It's still half-covered in snow, but this is a marked improvement. I hate snow. The humans didn't see me for 9 days, then they saw me once, and then not again for 10 more days. The truth is, I've found somewhere warmer. I'll never tell you where, because I've always been a loner and I like having my space. When it's cold out, we ferals have to hole-up with each other in our little cathouses, and I get a little claustraphobic. So I found somewhere where I can be warm and be by myself. It's only temporary, of course, until it gets warm out again. Then I'll pass most of my time in my yard, where I am the queen. I don't like to be bothered, but I like to be seen, since I'm so pretty. I don't know why the humans worry about me. I haven't lived this long by being dumb and unresourceful. I hear the Nice Food Lady is getting a new camera. I'll bet she starts making me model again. It will have a much better zoom and higher resolution, so not only should we have better pictures, but we will win the IndyFeral photo contest, darn it. They told her that we're beautiful, our pictures are great, but the resolution is too low for print, so she needs a better camera if we're getting into that calendar.

Life is good!

I've gotta say, things are pretty good for us ferals. A year ago, we were constantly in and out of Animal Control because our horrible neighbors kept trapping us. They were so horrible. Nevermind that they killed my mother and several of my brothers and a sister. They actually had fliers in their window for 6 months so that they could trap cats, go to work, and have Animal Control illegally pick us up (which under no circumstances can they do without a signature from a homeowner signed in front of the picker-upper guy). We had that fixed. Now our other neighbors won't look at them, and we figured out who gave them the fliers and they were fired. Plus, my mom took a picture of an Animal Control officer standing in their driveway with an elephant tazer, which under no circumstances should he have been brandishing on a cat call, let alone for a trapped cat. He was also fired. Lots of ugliness, and two more months before the neighors took the Animal Control fliers out of their window. We thought maybe they were still trapping cats, so mom kept a look out (pictures = positive change). We think they just wanted the whole world to know just the extent to which they are creepy, sick, disgusting, cruel, evil, trashy, soulless, shameless, sadistic (they trap kittens and have them exterminated, come on) and horrible.

Now nobody messes with us. That's why my forums motto is "Don't mess with it." That and the nice food lady went to the University of Texas. We have our yard to play in, and the people behind us and on one side let us play in their yards. We even have noisemakers that tell us where not to go (in the evil neighbors' yard, duh). We have painted and stenciled cathouses that we actually use all of a sudden, and a big table with a tarp on it for shelter. We have mild weather (Naptown is normally frozen-over this time of year, but we haven't had even an inch of snow yet). We have a cool feeding station, too. I hate that it gets closed up at night, but the food lady leaves us a little something something when she gets home from work. This way, at least, the raccoons and possums leave us alone (raccoons are so mean and possums are just so gross and disrespectful - who else refuses to go away when you shake a broom at them?). It took them awhile, since there is still food outside, but they finally realized that they can't get to it, so ha! It's locked-up. Because it's OURS! So I can't complain. We've come a long way. We had a lot of sad, sad setbacks, like losing a lot of my family (some of them were just kittens!). But now we're in good shape. We're as safe as ferals can be, and have no harsh weather to contend with.

I love Catster, too. We've made so many new friends, feral and otherwise, from all over. We seen some get married, have babies, and even become domesticated. We've learned about other people's cathouses and neighbors. We've lost some friends, too. Losing Big Foot was especially tough, since he was my first real online feral pal. I've even become a model. I'm sure you've noticed the gradual improvements in my photos. It's an acquired skill, and I must say, I'm getting very good. Swayback's a natural. Work it, girl! You're fierce! It's good being Queen.