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One year

September 4th 2007 7:55 pm
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Over the weekend, I passed the one year marker. It's been a good year but my no means perfect. My cyst caused the biggest problem. When he took me to the vet's office to have it removed, I thought I was being abandoned again, or worse! But when they brought me down hissing and growling, Daddy called to me and I was stunned into silence instantly. I wasn't abandoned! He came back to save me! We grew closer the next night because I had to wear this stupid collar. I couldn't reach my favorite rubbing spot on my nose so he did it for me. I purred really loud. I wasn't the greatest patient, even by cat standards, but my Daddy stuck with me. I hope year 2 is uneventful but even if it isn't we're sticking together.


Daddy is home!

December 26th 2007 8:20 pm
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Last Saturday Daddy packed up his car, even his computer, and left! It's that time of year again. We had Thanksgiving last month so now it's Christmas. I'll just hop up on the table. Let's see what we have. A can of my favorite cat food, toys in a package, a note. Oh dogs, Daddy is going to be gone a while.

Sure enough the people with the eager dog came over and made sure we had food and water. Five long days later Daddy came back! I was so happy to see him! I ran into the garage and explored all over and in his car. I got in the trunk twice and tried to figure out how to get into the back seat from the roof. Oh, and I got to go outside. Daddy walked along to keep me out of trouble. I sat on him several times and purred. I'm so glad he's home. Now I find out he'll be here for several days, much longer than a weekend, before going back to work. I'm so happy! Humans get things as gifts on Christmas. Cats get humans!


Happy purrday to me!

February 3rd 2008 8:20 am
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Yesterday was my (estimated) birthday! I got to go outside (there was snow everywhere so I stayed on the sidewalk and got cold quickly), Daddy got me a can of my favorite cat food, and I got lots of play time. Most importantly I got well wishes and friend requests from around the world! Thank you everyone! I want to have many more purrdays with my Daddy and Lena!


The V-E-T

February 9th 2008 12:41 pm
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Daddy had the cat carriers out for a few days and this morning he put Lena and me into them and drove us to the VET! I didn't like the other kitty smells and being handled by strangers. Daddy kept me calm as the vet poked and felt me all over. I hate that! I growled a lot. Worst of all the vet didn't try to placate me with treats! The good news is that I am a healthy cat (except that I gained a pound since last time) and I got my shots. Yes, getting shots is good news because I didn't try to bite anyone while it happened. I stayed pretty calm on the drive and I didn't fight hard to get in the carrier. I'm glad I have a good vet otherwise I'd act a lot worse.



April 27th 2008 5:28 pm
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The grass is growing and it's warm outside, that must mean it's spring! I got to go outside (on a leash of course) and I nibbled at the grass. Lena is not as interested about going outside, but she does love it when Daddy opens the patio door for fresh air. Things are pretty normal here except for the new vacuum. This one is stronger than the old one. It still makes horrible noises but it got more of the dirt, dust, and fur in the carpet. I'd swear the carpet is a shade lighter than before like when I first came to live here. Daddy brought down the plants and put them outside where I can't eat them. He's talking about getting catnip seeds for a pot outside. Yummy! That should be awesome. Daddy's not sure if I like catnip or not (25% of cats don't have the gene that makes them go crazy for catnip) but that could be because all the catnip I have so far has been dried. The fresh stuff should be better. But even if I don't go crazy, I'll get to eat plants!


A Fin for Daddy

April 30th 2008 6:02 pm
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I got to to outside again. I love going outside! Even if Daddy doesn't want me too. Yesterday he put me in my harness. I hate it but it means I get to go outside so I put up with it. Yesterday I convince Daddy to let me sniff around some trees and he found a $5 bill! See! That's what happens when you bring me outside! (You're buying this right?)


It's grilling season!

May 10th 2008 5:48 pm
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Daddy started grilling today! You know what that means? Outside! He put me in my harness and let me go out as he tended the grill. I wandered around, nibbled on grass, lie on the sidewalk and sun. But when Daddy thought I wandered too far (including when I explored to the houses on the other side of the driveway) he got upset and dragged me by the leash back to where he can keep an eye on me. I hate it when he insists I go somewhere. I want to explore! He brought me in a few times but once he almost threw me out. I was getting sickie from the grass and was next to the door when I was making those sounds cat owners hate to hear. So I got sickie outside. I was out for a few hours until the grilling stopped. I had enough anyway even though Daddy had to carry me back inside. There was two kinds of fish and steak and chicken and veggies. But none for me. (I don't care, I got to go outside!) Why someone would want to grill veggies? But it makes Daddy happy. The letter carrier said it smelled like a restaurant! Daddy says if I'd remember to stay in sight and close by I can go out more. But I have to keep pushing my boundaries. I'm a guy!


Little Update

August 2nd 2008 9:21 pm
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I wanted to give an update. Like most cats I go through phases. Sometimes I want to be held and sometimes I don't. I just got through a "don't touch me" phase. Last night I stayed with Daddy most of the night and this morning I shared his pillow and put my paws on his head until he got out of bed. But if the patio door is open, I'm there. I want to go out but Daddy doesn't let me anymore. Same is true of the garage. I can't go there either. Apart from that things are good.

I've started demanding that the bathroom sink faucets be turned on so I can drink from them. Sometimes I let the water fall on my paw and I lick it off. But however I drink it, I make sure that I find Daddy before I sake the water off.


Why Daddy why?

August 24th 2008 4:46 pm
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Yesterday Daddy came back with something horrible! A little black kitten. Nooooooooo! Aren't we good enough for you? Daddy says the kitten is a foster like we were and that she's staying until we find her a new home. So far she's been a real pest. I won't let her get near me and she hangs around Daddy all the time. And when she's in her special room (the room we're rarely allowed in) she cries! She sneaks into the garage and when she's there by herself, she cries! She hates being alone. What's going to happen when Daddy goes to work tomorrow? I've been getting used to this intruder. I'm going to have to show her who's boss. So far all she's been doing is crying for her littermates and poking her nose everywhere. Well too bad! They're not here and we want you to go back!

What Daddy? She's not going back just now. When? I don't like her. She smells funny and she hangs around you all the time.


The Black & White annoyance is gone

August 25th 2008 5:10 pm
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Daddy took Pepi away to get spayed. Good! She was stinking up the place and Lena and I get Daddy to ourselves again. I was getting used to her too. A little.

Daddy found this poem by Kyla and wanted to post it here because I had some baggage when I came to live with him. We quickly unpacked it and put it away. I guess I should try to be sure Pepi gets as little baggage as possible.

Baggage (The Meaning of Rescue)

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage,
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry,
So much to regret.

Hmmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top,
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things,
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage,
Will you still want me?

By Evelyn Colbath(c)1995 Baggage All rights reserved

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