Pet-Peeves: the mean machine (the vacuum) and her "little"bro Harley
Favorite Toy: her catnip carrot, cigar and purse
Favorite Nap Spot: during the day-on the hamper, at night-on MY pillow
Favorite Food: Meow Mix moist food
Skills: making her mommy do what every she wants, giving excellent scalp massages at 4 AM!!
Arrival Story: We had just put our beloved 16 1/2 year old to sleep and I was devastated to say the least. My husband convinced me just take a trip to the SPCA. I always say that Chloe picked me because she looked at me, meowed, and stretched out her paw in a greeting. I was smitten, she knew somehow that I was grieving for Roscoe. When I took her to the vet the next day, they whisked her away and said that we had saved her life. She was seriously ill and if we had not adopted her, she would have died. I truly believe that we had to let our Roscoe go to the Rainbow Bridge to have saved her beautiful life.
Two years later, she is in complete control over everyone! She is no longer shy and timid, she is large and in charge. She loves to sleep wrapped around my head and loves to give massages at 4 in the morning. She does talk a lot more now, and demands attention. She especially loves her treat box which she runs to and yells for treats. She even has a treat stash in our master bathroom. Quite a character....what a sweetheart!
Maybe some of you have wondered where I have been~
I have sad news. My purrants are going through something called a divorce. Not only that, my house is up for sale and Mom's been looking for a new house for us. I don't like it one bit when people come looking through me house and I'm sure I am not going to like leaving my house since I've been here for over 5 years and the only place I have known since being adopted (pork chops).....Mom has been awfully busy taking care of her Mom and also spending a lot of (much needed) time with girlfriends....
Please understand our leave of absence from Catster. A few of you are Mom's FB friends and she hasn't put anything on her page since her kids are on there as well as some students. Please don't mention anything on there....she is waiting until everything becomes final.
We think a couple of people no longer like us since we were underground for a while. So sorry if feelings were hurt....we love you all and have not forgotten how much you have helped us in the past.
That is what my Mommy is currently calling me. See, I haven't been a real vocal girl. Oh sure, I would meow here and there but recently, I have found my voice. And I LOVE it!
I am talking up a storm. I hold complete conversations with my Mommy. My inflections and tones are not hard to figure out. Most of the time, I am communicating that I need treats, water, or loving. I do a sultry little song dealy when my Mommy is rubbing my netherland (by my tail.) She is going to take a video and post it because she said it's pretty funny.
I love summer hours with my Mommy. We stay up late and sleep in. We do what we want when we want. Best of all, we have hours and hours of bonding time.
I am a lucky little pork chop! (And don't worry, Harley Bloop Bloop gets plenty of loving too....just not as many treats!)
5 years ago today, Harley and I were living in a cold metal cage at the SPCA. I had been there for about a week and no one wanted me. I was called Priscilla.....ugh. Harley, known then as Honey, was adopted but RETURNED....for being lethargic. They think I was about 6 years old then and Harley was 10 weeks.
In the afternoon, a couple came in. The woman had swollen eyes and I could tell she had been crying. The man just wanted to make his wife happy. They looked around at all the cages filled with kitties. Harley got the man's attention by batting at his baseball cap and throwing litter around. I stayed quiet until the woman finally found me (I was tucked in the corner) and our heart and soul became connected at that very minute. I gently put my paw out and meowed. It was love right then and there.
So....we were put in separate carriers and traveled 30 minutes to our new home. Harley pounced out of his carrier upon arrival and proceeded to break one of Mommy's candle holders. I was frightened beyond belief and headed to hide under the chaise lounge.
Mommy took us to the vet the next day and it is a good thing. It was the first of three times she has saved my life. The vet and her assistant had the widest eyes when they took my temp...in my hiney...(pork chops). It was 107 degrees, higher than they ever had seen. I was scooped up and held for the day as they administered antibiotics and fluid treatment. The vet was sure I would have died the very next day without the medicine. Harley was sick, also and he was given antibiotics. He weighed 3 lbs. at the time.
FAST FORWARD 5 years......
You all know how very spoiled I am. Mom and I slept in and snuggled as the sun shone through the window and the fan blew on us. Harley slept at the end of the bed, as usual. He's gained a little weight in the last few days (to the tune of 27 lbs!!) and you all know the health scares I have had.
We are thankful for our forever home. It is something that every animal should experience. And our presence in Mommy's life has softened the grief of losing Roscoe. She never thought she could have the same connection with another cat.....but she was wrong. Our purrants love and cherish us so very much...even though Harley had 7 poop balls outside of the litter box this morning!
Happy 5 years to us.....and here is to many many more!