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An Amazing Journey... by Finney

I Don't Remember Asking For a Little Brother

Well, my life has been turned upside down. Yes, it has. I don't think I like it much.

Here I am, Finney the meek and mild, the big fluffernutter, my mommy's little shadow, her right hand "man" (I'm sure you get the picture). When I went to greet her one night a few weeks ago, the french door dividing the family room from the mud room suddenly closed in my face. Huh? Shut out?! Me?!! That has never happened before! I'm ALWAYS the first to greet her, that's my job (and it's also how I remind her it's time for my nightly portion of kibble).

She was carrying a box that seemed to be twitching in her arms. What the heck? She set the box on the floor, grabbing one of MY bowls to put water in and another to put some dry EVO in - MY bowls, of all the nerve! - when all of a sudden a teeny, tiny head burst throught the top of the box, causing my mommy to laugh. Personally, I was not amused. At all.

Mommy opened the box and pulled out a teeny, tiny kitten. It wasn't much of a cat mind you, barely one pound of kitty. The kitten ran to the water bowl and drank and drank and drank as if it hadn't had a drink in days. How weird and piggish, geez. Then it gobbled up the kibble so quickly I thought for sure it was going to be sick (like Hannie-girl does when she eats too fast). Didn't happen. Mommy then picked up the little alien and it nestled into her neck and fell fast asleep.

Mommy brought the kitty over to the door so I could see it. Eeewww. What was wrong with it's neck?! It was splayed open, with gooey stuff in it, and the rest of his neck and chin were crusty and matted. Yuck! I bolted.

Mommy didn't go to work the next day. She was on the phone, and on the phone, and on the phone. I tried to get her attention by being naughty and jumping on the kitchen countertops. She didn't give me the boot like she normally does. So I hopped onto the dining room table, a big forbidden! Nothing happened with that either. Next thing I knew she was dressed, ready to go, so I sat there pretty as I always do, waiting for my Greenie treat she always gives me before she leaves. Instead, she just said, "See you in a bit Finney." She rushed through that french door, gathered up that kitty, and left. I was half disappointed and yet hopeful. Good Mommy! Take that kitty back to where it belongs which isn't here at MY house!

Before long she was back. So was that little thing. Noooooo!!!!! Mommy smelled like the V-E-T's office no less! Run away!!

Days turned into weeks and the little kitten, who is now being called Quincy of all things, seems to be permanently ensconced in the family room in his pet playpen. I'm now allowed to go in and sniff him when he's in the playpen when I want just to like Opie does. I sit beside the playpen and actually find the little fellow kind of amusing - as long as he's in the playpen. Opie doesn't like him much at all. But and then, after all these years, Opie doesn't like me either.

Quincy and I have been together a few times when he's out of his pen. At first I always think we're going to be just sniffing each other, but then he gets all crazy and jumps on me like I'm some sort of trampoline. Yikes! Not again! I can't get away from him fast enough! I don't like him unless he's in his playpen. Uh uh. He's not very nice when he's on the loose.

Mommy says he's just a playful kitten. Yeah. Playful kitten my tail. He's a naughty, naughty kitty who's invaded my house! Who plays with my toys! Who cuddles with my mommy! (Gosh, I don't even cuddle with my mommy... what's up with that? And what's wrong with him?)

Daddy told my mommy Quincy can stay here with us. (!!!!) What?!! Is he nuts? Did anyone ask ME if this Quincy could be part of my family? Huh? Nope. Nope, they did not.

Please understand, my mommy is still always loving on me, more than I prefer to be if you wanna know the truth. I know I'm still her Finney. However...

If I hear, "Finney, what do you think of your little brother?" one more time, I think I'm going to HOWL! Good golly, this is so not good. Not good at all.

Goofy little Quincy. And poor little me.

Woo!

And Wow! No Way! Me???! Huh?

Is it possible? Me, a DDP? Again?!

My goodness, my Catster buddies are gonna get tired of seeing me and my big ol' face on the Diaries page.

However, I AM honored and humbled to be chosen in the company of such other great kitties... it means a lot to me, it really does.


In More News...

My mommy switched my food. It's something called "Weight Management EVO" and I love, love, LOVE it! Woo! I didn't even hesitate from chomping into it; heck, if anything, I love it ever more than regular EVO! Woo! Woo! Nom, nom, nom! I like it so much my mommy is going to buy me a toy that will dispense it out s-l-o-w-l-y. Don't know why, she should be happy I relish eating, right? Don't you agree?! Silly ol' Mommy.

And In Related News...

I've rediscovered the best kitty video of all time (to me), The Purrfect DVD is what it's called. Back when I first got it, I was all about watching the fishies swim to and fro in their tank. Well, now I'm all about SQUIRRELS! Woo! I LOVE them! I attack that screen when I see SQUIRRELS! When they run offscreen, I stick my large, furry paw on the sides of the television trying to get at those long tailed cuties! I even chitter! I will play with my TV buddies for over an hour each time, my only timeouts are to get a quick drink of water.

(Mom's note: Finney has lately decided it's more fun to watch Da Bird, cellophane on a string, feathered balls, fake mousies being thrown than to chase after them and has become more and more complacent instead of active. The only thing that seemed to get him moving is the sound of a cat food can being opened. I've been doing everything I can to find something to motivate him a little. And yes, I know Raggies are very docile, laid back, non-rambunctious sweet kitties. And I love him that way. I just want to keep him healthy.)

My mommy puts my DVD on each morning and evening, calling it "exercize". I pretty sure that means "Fun!" Woo! She says something about keeping me around a long, long time (huh? where does she think I'm gonna go??!) and she wants to help me go from Fatty Finnegan into Skinny Finney. Yeah. Like THAT'S ever gonna happen. And besides, what kind of goofy nickname is Skinny Finney for a large-boned, fluffy cat like me?!

Life is good. Oh yes, indeed, it is so very good. Woo!

Purrrrrrrs.

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!

My goodness, what surprise it was to wake up and see I was chosen to be a Daily Diary Pick. Made me happy - it's nice to know I'm not forgotten.

So thank you very much Catster Diary Person! And thank you to Buddie and family for their sweet note, to my always wonderful Uncle Wally and his mommy for the forever giftie and the beautiful Kimi attached to it :-), to my friends Tony, Anna, and the rest of their loving family for the blue ribbon and sweet thoughts behind it. AND thank you to the beautiful Miss Sky who sent me lips (heehee) and kissies.

I love you all so much. How lucky I am to have such great friends whom I wouldn't have met if it weren't for Catster.

Happy Purrrrrrrrrs.