It's that time again

Well two days ago Daddy packed a bunch of stuff in his car and left. It's that time of year again. He leaves us for a few days now and in a month he'll do it again. I miss him. The nice neighbors come over and clean our litter box and give us food. They also bring their puppy over to play with Pepi. She loves it, I'd rather stay away. When he got back I was so happy to see him! I got to go outside. I love going outside! I want the world to know how happy I am! I even got my harness. Now Daddy tried to take me for a walk but I wanted to sun myself. I don't think I can be harness-trained, but it's necessary for my safety. Or so Daddy says. But he's home and save and everyone is together again.

Another Update

First the little black one is still here she is still growing. She's still full of energy and whenever Daddy tries to play with either Lena or myself Pepi comes charging in to take over. If she ever learns how to like being petted and held, we're in trouble. Fortunately she still likes to claw Daddy's chair which annoys Daddy. He went to the trouble to get her a scratching post. The least Pepi can do is use it!

But who's blog is it anyway? Mine that's who. Not much has happened to me. It's getting cold outside. Daddy let me in the garage last week and I wanted to get back in quickly. It was freezing! I was on Daddy's car to keep warm. We're still best buds. I make briskets on his head at night and hang with him for most of the night. He loves that.

Tonight Daddy opened the patio door so I can look out. He said it was possible some kids would walk by and I could say hello. Unfortunately nobody came. Or if they did come it was after Daddy got home. He likes his new job and I like how he's more more. I'm not fond of sharing home with another cat though.

An update

Not much has been happening to me this month. Pepi is still here. Daddy took her to a few adoption shows but it's tough for any cat to get adopted, even a kitten. She's been playing with everything and it sometimes gets on Daddy's nerves. Remember Daddy, we live with her all the time!

The worst part is that Daddy gives her special kitten food she and Lena get to eat. He keeps me out of the foster room when he feeds them. I still get my usual food but once he lets them out, he puts my food away. He waits for me to finish though and sometimes I get the leftovers Lena and Pepi leave behind. I love that food. I ripped the bag open and made Daddy put it in the closet so I could get more.

The three of us have learned to share the bed with Daddy. The rule "Daddy takes priority" is still in effect. I get the head of the bed (naturally) and the other two get the corners. Life with the kitten is moving to a new normal. Maybe things won't be too bad if she was here furever provided I get some of her food.

I adopted your cat two years ago.

You cared about him enough to see he would eventually would get a home.
But you didn't care enough about him to keep him.
You didn't care that he spent 6 long months waiting.
You didn't care he almost froze to death in a cat carrier before he was found.

Why did you remove his claws?
Was it to protect your precious furniture?
Was it because he was affectionate and you didn't want his claws poking holes in your clothes as you held him?
Did you know that a scratching post and proper training would have been enough?
Do you think that was why he was passed by so many times?

Why didn't you give him a collar that fits?
Did you know he has a worn area around his neck now?
It's mostly covered up by fur but you can still see the skin if you look.
Do you care that you've scarred him for life?

Why did you give him up?
Was it because he pestered you too much to go outside?
Was it because of allegeries that could be fixed by medication?
Were you tired of him now the he was bigger and no longer a kitten?
Was it because he was you were moving and couldn't be bothered to take him with you?

He's happy now.
He knows he has a home and someone who loves him.
He knows he has someone who will care for him even if he gets sick.
He knows that he won't be abandoned again even if he can be a pain sometimes.
He still misses you despite what happened and would like to see you again.

I would like to know too. Because he is my cat and I love him.

Black & White is back

Daddy brought Pepi back today. She's different from before. She doesn't have much energy. She played a little and slept and didn't cause any trouble like she did before the trip. She smells different too. I'm sitting on Daddy now as he types in my diary. He thinks I'm well on my way to accepting her. Maybe I am.

A Cat's Prayer

Pepi is being spayed today. I'm back to my usual self. Lena is still upset. Daddy says Pepi's coming back tomorrow. Daddy found this poem from Kujo I wasn't skin and bone, but I was abandoned in the cold, but this prayer does remind all of us what every cat needs.

I hope I'm not asking too much, Lord;
All I want is a home of my own,
And to know when my next meal is coming
Instead of the scraps I get thrown.

I've been out in the cold for so long now,
Just coping as best as I can;
But it's not been so long I've forgotten
The touch of a soft caring hand.

I look in house windows at Christmas,
As cats doze by the fire, quite replete;
How I'd welcome a box in the kitchen,
And tasty food for me to eat.

For me there was tinsel and giftwrap,
But the fun didn't last very long.
They put me outside with the rubbish;
I still don't know what I did wrong.

I really don't want to be greedy;
At the moment I'm all skin and bone,
So would it be too much to hope for
That someone will give me a home?

Author Unknown

The Black & White annoyance is gone

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

Why Daddy why?

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.

Little Update

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.

It's grilling season!

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!