April 8th 2010 7:46 am
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I'm not usually one to show excitement, but boy, am I excited today! Mommy and Daddy were really lovable one morning, then left, like they were going Outdoors for a little while like they sometimes do, taking the "reusable bags" with them (that also make great beds!). But they didn't take reusable bags...instead, they took this big bag with a zipper that looked like a box. They called it luggage. Mommy picked me up and told me she loved me, which always makes me happy although I get embarrassed to be loved on too much in front of others.
After they left, though, time went by and they didn't come back. I sat at the windows, worried and watching, knowing they never left for this long. Then later that night, Grampy stopped by to feed and water us, and I knew something was wrong. All the other kittens were excited to be fed, running up to him and rubbing his legs, but I watched from afar. It's one of the only times I wished I could speak Human, and ask, "Where is my Mommy?"
After Grampy left and all the kittens were done eating, I didn't bother to take my share. I was too worried. Whenever Mommy leaves for this long I have to watch out for her...I feel like if I leave to eat or drink, or even if I take time to bathe, I'll miss sights of her from the window. So I simply don't do it when she's gone.
Anyway, she and Daddy came home yesterday, and even though everyone swarmed her she picked me up first.
"I missed you while we were gone, Thomas," she told me, and hugged me tight. I let her. I didn't care about embarrassment. I'd been thinking about the possibility of never being held by her again. She held me back from her, smiled at me, and said, "I love you, baby boy."
Now that I'm sitting on the windowsill in the same room Mommy's in, I'm catching up on bathing and thinking of last night, where Mommy and Daddy slept more than usual. I didn't care. I was contentedly purring, my paws on Mommy's ankles to keep her held there if she tried to leave again, the entire time. I'm a creature of habit, and Mommy says it's because I'm a Cancer. Daddy's the same way. Now that they're back, I have to get busy getting normal again.
March 30th 2010 5:08 pm
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It's been awhile since I've written, Diary. Mommy's been busy with work and doing weird things to our house and so she hasn't been able to transfer my thoughts to the "internet" lately. Daddy--well, Daddy just doesn't understand me the way Mommy does.
Since we moved into this new house exactly one year ago tomorrow (after something the humans call a "wedding" that involved Mommy & Daddy), much has been done. Furniture is being added and moved all the time, and cat hair is added to the edges of the drapes next to all the windowsills, since we all love to watch the Great Outdoors. I'm scared of the Outdoors, but that doesn't mean it's not interesting. Mommy says it's dangerous, too...she lost four cats to diseases, "cars", and other such scary things because they were allowed to go out by themselves. That's why she kept me inside...and I'm glad!
So anyway, my great-grandpa on Daddy's side passed down this chest to him, and it was in the kitchen as of this morning. Mommy wanted to move it out into the living room, where it would "go" better (who knows what that means?). After moving it, were my siblings and I excited! There were seven milk caps just waiting for us like buried treasure underneath! I couldn't believe it. Every time we'd lost a milk cap to the Darkness under anything we always thought it was simply gone. Only Bridget would try to retrieve it. The rest of us believe that if we can't see it, it simply doesn't exist. Bridget, once again, proved to be the smartest cat of us all, since there they were, amidst cat hair tumbleweeds.
Even I began to bat one around. Usually I'll watch the others play from a distance. I managed to get in a few swats at one...and then kept it for later, lying down on top of it.
Speaking of which, I completely forgot it was under me. Oh well. I'm not moving.
June 7th 2009 12:55 am
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Within the past few weeks, the kittens have stayed annoying, but they've grown on me a bit. My little brother Johnny is absolutely crazy. Mommy says his blue eye looks like it's not going to turn hazel like his other eye. He has two different colored eyes. Maybe that's why he's crazy. He runs about the house and grabs everything with his claws and teeth. Hannah, my new little sister, is much calmer. I like her better.
The kittens have been taught the ways of the Scott household rather quickly. For example, when we're about to get wet food, Mommy says, "Chicken and Liver!" numerous times while pushing on the plastic of the wet food container so we know we're about to get wet food. This is something she's done for a long time now, ever since we lived with Grammy and Grampy. Mommy even has a song for us. She'll sing, "I say chicken, you say liver! Chicken!" And then we'll meow. "Chicken!" We'll meow again. Only after we do this at least twice will we get our food.
Well, now Hannah and Johnny have learned the ways of the magnificent Chicken and Liver. It's usually Hannah and I meowing the equivalent of the human word "Liver," while Johnny and Bridget stay quiet and silently wonder about Mommy's sanity or lack thereof. Like I said, Johnny's absolutely nuts, but when it comes to wet food, the tables are turned and Hannah's the one jumping around the kitchen.
Most of the day I stay out of the kittens' way, either on top of the fireplace mantle or in the bedroom closet on Daddy's black shirts. (They quickly turn white after so long of my sleeping on them.) But as soon as I hear Mommy say, "Kittens! Chicken and LIV-er?" I'm right next to them ready to reply "liver" so I can get my tasty snack.