October 2nd 2007 6:31 pm
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Some things I have done lately to make Mama's life easier and better:
- She makes this hideous sound when she sleeps, so I get close to her head and meow until she wakes up. Then it stops.
- I dislike the color of the wallpaper, so I've been trying to remove it with my claws.
- Any book she reads must be good, so I wait until she puts it down and then sit o it. I can read through my feet, and I know she must like me showing interest in her reading material.
- When this long ball of yarn seems to be stuck to her fingers, I try and get it out.
- We both like fresh water, so I wait until she gets a cup and then I drink from it, too. Tis is something we do to bond.
- I cover every available surface with my silky fur.
August 15th 2007 4:27 am
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I have escaped from China. It was a long and difficult journey, involving many hours in that accursed carrier, but we did it. I am no longer a China cat.
Several weeks ago, I began to notice changes at our apartment. Things began disappearing. I had to take several trips in taxis, where strangers looked at me and spoke loudly in Chinese and wrote papers. Then, suddenly, I was on an airplane. The ride was short, but I despised it. Then we stayed in a small room where people I did not know came in once a day, changing sheets, running vacuum cleaners, and moving my water bowl around. I never trusted them and I disliked the place. There were sounds outside of the door, morning, noon, and night. I was surrounded by the smells of others. I kept watch at all hours until I could stay awake no longer, and then I would retreat to the safety beneath the bed and nap.
Finally, the day came when I was bundled into my carrier one more time. I rode in a car again, and was carried and looked at by many people. I was not handed over to strangers, however, but eventually came to rest where I could smell Mama. After some time, I was carried out and showed to more strangers. I trusted Mama to take care of me, and she did. It was different this time. I felt safer and the people, even though I did not know them, seemed less threatening.
At last, I was released from my carrier into a small apartment. It took almost no time at all for me to feel better there than I had felt in weeks. I drank delicious water from the sink and ate a hearty meal. It was clean and cool. Soon, I was surrounded by things with the comforting smell of Mama and the man. I was in my new home.
I discovered my new home was in a place called Korea. I have a fresh litter box and can both hear and see birds and cicadas from our fourth floor window. The only thing I don't like is that we no longer have a balcony. I cannot go outside and roll in the dirt until my shiny white fur is covered. But sometimes Mama lets me out into the hallway, until I hear bus noises and prefer the sanctuary of our apartment.
Korea is more hospitable to cats than China. There are pet stores which carry food and litter and toys, and proper vets. Thus far I am happy here.
May 5th 2007 3:58 am
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I have decided to write down the events of my life thus far. I don't know what I shall do with it, but I am compelled to write it all down for Posterity, for my family, my Amber mama, for other cats not as fortunate as I.
As I have said, I was born in a small village named Longhu in central China. I never knew my father, of course. He was long gone before I was born, and we never spoke of him. I did not ask about him, for there was no reason. Why should I? he was not my family. My mother and brothers and sisters were my family.
I did not count the humans who lived in the vacinity as family at the time, either. They were huge and made strange sounds when they picked me up, and they frightened me. But sometimes when they came, there was food, and they were not unkind although never affectionate.
First, of course, I depended on my mother for sustenance. There were five of us, and I was the oldest and the biggest. Muffin, my sister, was the smallest, and it was easy for me to edge her out of the way in order to get more for myself. I'm not proud of this now, but when I was a kitten I was not the most thoughtful of cats.
Both Muffin and I looked like my mother: long, fine white hair, yellow eyes, small black patches on our backs and heads, and black tails. The three in-between myself and Muffin went from almost all black to a blocky white and black pattern, but none of them looked like our mother like Muffin and I did.
The only water to be had was from a leaky spigot attached to the side of the hut. It did not occur to the humans that we might need a pool of water to drink from, and so we took turns lapping at the drops of water which fell from the leaky spigot until we were not thirsty. It never seemed enough, and I went through my early kittenhood always looking for water. I never developed the fear and loathing of water which so many cats have. I treasured it when I found it, and this liking for water has stayed with me all my life. I do not cringe and run away from it; I embrace it! Whether in the sink, the shower, the bath, or outside, when I find water, I must have it.
to be continued...