A second chance at a good life

Catching up

It's been so long since we've been on Catster that we all protested and told mom to log in or else. MOL

My stepmonster's catputer is still broken. The new part came in but it didn't help. There is something else wrong and she's mad as a hatter about it. So for now, we borrow a catputer when we can. It's a bummer because all of our pictures are trapped in the broken laptop.

Daddy and the stepmonster had a birthday pawty for me when I turned 13 and I had to wear a stupid hat, but I got my very own can of tuna with a candle in it. Daddy helped me blow it out. MOL Of course the pictures can't be posted and that makes stepmonster VERY unhappy; however, she's planning to buy a new catputer and her friend says he can get everything off her old one even if it's dead. Yippee. So, eventually the picture of my in the stupid hat will be posted. Not so yippeee.

It doesn't seem like it's been a year since the stepmonster found me and daddy adopted me, but it has been. I had my very first trip to the vet last week and I got a clean bill of health. That's good even if wasn't thrilled about the trip in the car and being poked on. Daddy says I was a very good girl, so that made me happy. And I don't have to go back for another whole year. Now that is reason to celebrate.

Not much else is going on. I just hang out with daddy and give him tons of love. Hopefully the stepmonster will have a new catputer soon and we'll be around more. I miss all my catster furrineds a bunch.

Until I can log in again,
Miss Kitty

Thank goodness I live with daddy

I feel so sorry for my stepfurs. Mommy did the most hideous thing to them yesterday. She put a red shirt on them to help cheer on the Louisville Cardinals. I’m thanking my lucky stars I’m not living there still. You see, where we live, you can only like one basketball team. It’s some kind of understood rule. You like either Kentucky or Louisville. Purrsonally, I am a Big Blue fan like my daddy. I even wear a royal blue collar. Cool huh?

Now, my stepmonster on the other hand is a Louisville fan. She doesn’t like Kentucky at all. That’s another rule. Whichever team you like, you must hate the other team and their fans. They even argue and yell about it, even in public!! It’s kind of stupid, but you know humans. I have heard rumors that a very few of our primate slaves have evolved in recent years and are able to cheer for both teams, but I’m sure there aren’t many. We do live in Kentucky after all. MOL

This whole team spirit thing seems to run in families. Daddy’s whole family loves Kentucky and the stepmonster’s family loves Louisville. Some of the whackos in her family go to all the games, and even went to Birmingham on Easter. It confused me to learn basketball was more important to Easter, but like I said, it’s the stepmonster’s family, not mine.

One thing I have picked up on is that sometimes two fans from opposing teams can actually get along. Daddy and the stepmonster didn’t fight over their teams. They joked with each other and stuff, but it wasn’t mean. I must admit even though the stepmonster’s family sounds fanatical about Louisville, they seem to be evolving somewhat because they have accepted a few Kentucky fans into the family through marriage. It’s still unacceptable to like Kentucky if you were born into the family, but at least they are nice and don’t seem to mind if a spouse cheers for the Big Blue.

Daddy’s family isn’t that far along yet I am sorry to say. It’s unthinkable to most of them to marry a Louisville fan, and boy did they tell the stepmonster about it. At least I’m safe here with my daddy, and won’t be forced to wear red. However, it was the stepmonster who bought me the blue collar just because daddy would like it and it looks so good on me. Maybe she would have spared me. If not, I’m sure daddy would have put his foot down over it and protected me. That’s just one of the reasons I love him so much.

My visit from mommy

I know I promised a diary entry on Tuesday to tell you how my visit from mommy went, but mommy got sick and didn’t visit me until last night. Daddy warned her when she arrived that I’d been in a cranky mood all day. What does he expect? He slept late which meant my breakfast was late. That would make anycat cranky.

Things are going great living with daddy and I’m very happy, except when he doesn’t feed me on time. He apologized and said he was really tired due to his new job, but that’s just not acceptable to me. I expect my breakfast when I want it, not when he can manage to wake up. . Just to show him who is boss, I stayed mad at him all day and napped under the bed.

Mommy arrived with several presents for me, but I acted like I wasn’t interested. I almost messed up and chased the feather toy she brought, but I stopped. How would it look? Then she put down some fresh, organic catnip for me and I couldn’t resist it. I gobbled it up and rolled in it. It was divine, but I wouldn’t let mommy pet me at all.

Later on, mom came into my bedroom and lay down on the bed. She put me on the bed with her, and I felt sorry for her and let her snuggle me and pet me. I even purred. As many of you know, I’m a one person kitty, and my person is Daddy. Mommy’s always been super nice, but I still prefer my daddy. So, I stayed with mom for a while and got some love and then went back under my bed. I admit it wasn’t fair to be so mean to mom just because I was still upset with dad, but I was just in a bad mood.

Mommy seemed happy that she got in some snuggle time though. She and daddy had dinner and talked some. She visited for hours. Before she left, she came in and gave me some ear and chin scratches too. It felt really good and I wondered if this mad thing was worth the trouble.

Daddy took a picture of me in some bunny ears, and sent it to mommy, so I’m putting it up on my page. I must say I think I look quite nice in pink. MOL

I do miss all my pals here, but daddy isn’t very good at Catster, so for now, mommy is still helping me. Hopefully, daddy will get the hang of it before long and I’ll be back in action. Til then, I’ll just keep updating every once in a while when mom comes to visit me. I hope she always brings presents!

Living with Daddy and Mommy's visit

Well, I've gotten all settled in at Daddy's and I'm happy as a clam. There are no other kitties to bother me and I have daddy all to myself again. All is well.

Mom came for a visit Tuesday night, but I wasn' t really in the mood for company. I hid under the bed and let her pet me, but that was as much as I was willing to do. Then she did the unaccpetable. After a while, she pulled me out from my hidey spot and tried to love on me. What nerve. I sat still in her lap for a short time, voicing my disapproval of course, but then took off again. I heard mom and dad raise their voices a few times and I hate to say it, but I was glad when mom was gone. I came out and napped on daddy's lap.

Then mommy came back in the morning. I must have been in a better mood, because she climbed in bed and laid down and I immediatedly jumped up to be with her. I even pawed at her to get attention. I have no idea what on earth came over me, but I was actually happy to see her and snuggled right up. Dad kept saying it was the best way to love on me, and if he was ok with it, then so was I. It did feel good to get kisses and a full body massage. Dad got up to feed me breakfast, but other than that, I snuggled up with mom. Mommy looked really tired, but she and day talked for hours. Eventually, daddy had to get up, but while he was in the shower, mommy and I fell asleep. Daddy left and told us to just nap, and it was so nice.

I guess deep down I really do love my mom. I stayed next to her almost all day Wednesday and was so happy. When she left, she opened the blinds so I could look at the birds. Later daddy came home and I wandered out of bed to nap on him in the living room.

Life is pretty good.

Miss Kitty

Strange happenings

I like my furever home, but I think my mom has a screw loose. She made a huge big deal out of dressing us up for Valentine's Day pictures. I should have expected it. Ever since I started to settle in, she's been putting clothes and stuff on me for special occasions. Now, I hate to toot my own horn, but I did look REALLY snazzy in my red dress.

I had so much fun giving gifts to my Catster friends and chatting with them. I got nifty presents too. Having friends who are so special is new to me and I just love it.

The bestest part of the day was when Daddy cooked a big steak dinner and mommy brought me nibbles. I was sleeping in my favorite bed, and mom surprised with yummy nom noms. Later, we got special wet food and even fresh catnip.

Valentine's Day rocks. I hope all my friends had a great day because I sure did.

Headbonks, Miss Kitty

I'm getting my Purr on

Well furriends, it's sure been interesting for me lately. I've been living in mom's house for a few months and I think I'm finally settling in. Overall things have been going well, but there are still a few rough spots. I'm convinced Felix thinks he's a snake. He hisses like crazy whenever he sees me. No getting puffy or anything, just hissing. Silly boy. Mama Kitty mews like a little girl when I growl at her, but I think she's harmless. Every once in a while she'll come at me, but she seems confused when I don't play chase. Cat only knows what her problem is! I mean, she attacks feet and covers like there's no tomorrow, so if she thinks I want to play with her, she must be nuts. One of these days, she'll grow up and be respectable like me. Jack is kinda sad. I think he just wants to be my buddy. He acts so curious about me and has never made a move to hurt me or growl. In fact, if I tussle with Felix or Mama he just looks confused. I let him get closer to me than the other two and I don't growl at him often. I've been so nice I've even let him sleep within a foot or so without attacking him or even looking up.

I've also gotten really comfy in the house. I feel confident sleeping in any room I want or exploring wherever I want to. I even eat with the other cats at feeding time instead of making mom bring my food to me in bed. Nothing can stop me now. I am getting to trust mom and dad but for those of you reading this, don't go telling anycat. I don't need the rumors flying. I'm afraid the other cats won't understand. It's just that they both seem so nice and seem to bend over backwards to make sure I feel safe. I still question the situation but it's hard not to purr when they snuggle me and pet me. I don't want to sound like a wuss, but I can't tell you all how nice it feels to be snuggled between them all cozy and warm in bed at night.

Mom has been teasing me about "getting my purr on" because it used to be hard for her to make me purr and now I seem to just buzz whenever she pets me. I admit I'm still more fond of dad, but I've decided she's not that bad. Because you, dear readers, are my friends, I'm sharing this with you, but it's not something I wish to broadcast.

Cat forbid, I even snuggle up with mom if dad isn't here. Before long I may even let Jack sleep with me or wash my head. He seems to want to so much and he's such a big lug that I just can't help feeling sorry for him. I'll keep you posted about what mom deems "progress" but I prefur to call "bending the household to my needs".

Yippee. I am staying forever.

I am so happy. It's official now. I have my furever home. Yep, that's right. Foster dad wanted to keep me but the really nice lady in Texas had asked about me right from my first day here on Catster. FD and FM didn't want to hurt her, so they waited to hear from her until making it official. She ended up adopting a kitty she named Snow Baby, so I get to stay. I'm such a happy girl. It's taken me a long time, but I'm finally all settled in and am not too scared to come out from under the bed anymore. I even found my voice. And according to dad, what a voice I have. Duh, I am part Siamese, and we are reknowned for talking a LOT.

So, I am off to tell my PWKC friends that all the purring worked. I get to stay, even after the somewhat interesting trip to mom's house while dad was sick. It was ok until that Felix guy pounced on me. Then the fur started flying. Mom tried to tell me he wasn't attacking me, but it sure felt like it. How was I supposed to know I'd hunkered down in one of his favorite hiding spots? All I know is I was napping happily when all of a sudden he was diving onto me. What a scene that was. Turns out Mama Kitty was chasing him again and he was just running full speed and aiming for his "safe place". I'm really now sure which of us was more surprised, me or Felix. Oh well. Dad says it will be a while before we move in over there, so hopefully it won't be to bad. I'll try to give him some space and make sure I find my very own hiding spots.

Anyway, mom said dad's so attached to me now that someone would have to pry me from his cold, dead hands to get me away from him. That sounds horrible to me, but they say it's a good thing. Primates have some of the weirdest sayings ;-)

Dealing with the meds.....(by foster dad)

I know that I feel better...but my foster dad insists that he shoves that thing into my mouth twice a day and then give me that icky tasting stuff. When I didn't feel all that great, I didn't put up much of a fight, but now that I'm feeling like myself a bit more...you bet I'm fighting back a little bit more! Now I'm not hurting him or anything like that, but I am telling him that he's making me angry from time to time when he tries to pick me up to give me my medication.

I wonder how he would react if I were to give him this stuff? I know he sweet-talks me into thinking that it's for my own good, but I'm feeling so much better than I was when I first arrived here in his home. I do have him pretty well trained though when it comes to when I want to eat MOL. I'll come out a bit and talk to him, and he has gotten wise to my demands on more than one occasion too. I love the yummy wet food he gives me, but I'm also trying to eat a bit more of that dry crunchy stuff that he and my foster mom say I should be eating too.

I hope that he stops giving me that icky medicine soon, I'd really hate to claw him up. I'm kidding of course, but if he was to read this...I'm sure that would get his attention and make him rethink shoving that thing into my mouth twice a day! I do like it here though, he lets me do as I please most of the time. I love to stay under his bed during the day, but at night I love even more to jump up into the bed and keep him company. I think he likes me lying next to him too!

The other night I jumped up after I heard him whistle for my attention, and after I walked up to him, he gently put his arm around me and cuddled with me and pet me until he fell asleep and started to snore like you wouldn't believe! I thought I snored pretty loudly, WOW let me tell you...he has kept me up a couple of nights! He just left the house again...he told me he was going to foster mom's place for the night and that he would be back in the morning to give me that food I love, which means he'll be giving me that medicine again too I bet. Oh well, I suppose in time I won't have to deal with this medicine any longer and I'll be able to be at peace again. I'll keep everyone here posted...would it be bad if I scratched him a lil though? It is so tempting I must admit. MOL

This isn't so bad

Well, it's been a week and two days since Foster mom and dad brought me here. I still hide under the bed a lot during the day and don't like to come out much, but I have fun at night. FM has fixed a few places where I can look outside and there are lots of little bunnies and birds around here to watch. I'm eating great and besides taking that medicine, life is pretty good.

I really like to snuggle with my foster parents at night too. I jump in bed and it wakes up foster mom sometimes, and she talks to me in a really sweet voice. Last night she called me over and I curled up and slept right on top of her chest for a while. I come and go, but it's nice and snuggly. They don't understand why I won't snuggle during the day, and I'm not sure what to tell them. I go to them when they call at night too, but not during the day. F Mom did get me a bit ago and I took a nap on her, but she got me from under the bed; I didn't go up on my own. She pulled the cover up over me and it did make me feel safe, so maybe that's it. I wish I could tell them why I hide during the day, but I'm not sure.

They've been super nice and tell me I'm a good girl and keep saying how pretty I am. Foster mom even sings to me sometimes. She can't carry a tune worth anything, but it's sweet of her to try. She makes up little songs about Miss Kitty being so pretty and stuff. At this rate, I'm going to get spoiled rotten. Foster Mom called the Humane Society today to tell them how much better I'm feeling, but she had to leave a message.

I'll keep everyone updated. Thanks for the rosette and star. I can't believe I have a secret admirer out there. Wow. It's funny that "stranger people" love me but my other family gave me away. Mommy said sometimes people have to find new homes for loved animals, but she doesn't ever believe in going to a kill shelter, whatever that is. That's where she found me, so it must not be good or she would not have gotten so upset. I'm just happy she came into the store when she did and fell in love me with me for whatever reason she did. I hope I can get to a furever home soon, but I will never forget foster mom and dad and all they did for me.

P.S. Foster Mom has been trying to get some more pictures of me to put on my page. I am thinking I may let her get some eventually. I don't like it, but she seems determined to get some, so I may as well get it over with. She will be adding them soon.

I'm not sure what to think right now

Wow. Life has been a huge roller coaster ride for me lately. I won't go into my deep past because I'm trying to move past it, but my whole world has been turned upside down recently. One day, I was a kitty in a home and the next I was left in some cage with a bunch of other animals. It was really scary and I waited patiently for my parents to come pick me up and take me home, but they never did. I was so confused. At first I thought it was just old age setting in and the time was passing differently than I was used to. After all, I am twelve.

I got a bunch of tests and some shots, something the people at this horrible place said I hadn't had and needed, and it was awful. The people were pretty nice, but I was really scared and didn't know what was happening. The next thing I know, I was loaded into a carrier and taken to a new place. It was scary too, but in a different way. I was left in cubicle that had two floors, but I was afraid to move, so a nice girl put all my stuff on one level. I didn't like my litter being there, so I decided I'd at least go down to the other level to go potty. Every once in a while, people would walk by and look at me. I tried to hide, but there wasn't anywhere to go.

Then, the day after I got there, this woman opened my door and reached in. I hunkered down and tried to make myself really small, but she started talking to me softly and put her finger under my chin. She gave me a few scratches and it really felt good. I lifted my head up a bit and let her scratch me some more. I started to come forward a little and got a few head scratches too. She looked at my card, whatever that is, and asked why I was there. That's when I heard something that really upset me. She was told my parents moved and didn't take me with them. The lady got really mad and said that was not nice and it would be hard to get me a home at my age. Yikes. It sounded like I was gonna have to stay here. As in forever. I ran to the back of my cube again, but the lady got some yummy treats and gave them to me. She tried to pick me out of my cage, and she hugged me but then put me back in because she said I seemed too scared. Duh. Of course I was scared. Where were my parents? Who was this woman taking me out of my cage like she knew me? I don't think so. Not a chance. I didn't struggle or claw her though. I'm not like that. The lady talked to the girl worker a bit more and then told me she'd be back to visit again. I did like the treats and scratches so I guess it was ok if she came back.

Three days passed and the lady never came back. I guess she's like my owners. I started to not feel so well though. My eyes started gooping up and I began to sneeze a bunch. I tried to hide and not many people looked at me. I heard comments that I'm too old to take home. I'm not old. What are they talking about. On the fourth day, the lady came back. This time she had a man with her. She apologized for taking so long to come back, but the man had been really sick and she was taking care of him. I didn't feel good, but I let them both pet me. The lady gave me more treats and wiped out my eyes. I hated it, but it did feel better with the goop gone. Then another man came in. He asked if I was the cat. The lady said yes, so he scratched my head too and talked to me some. This lady was getting people to visit me. That was kind of cool. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. They stayed a while and then left.

After that, I was moved back to the original place but in a hospital. I didn't see the lady again and figured I never would. Humans just can't be trusted. I had been hit before, but that's a different story. All I know is that I felt horrible and didn't even want to eat. The workers came by to give me some medicine, but it didn't help. I didn't really care. I mean, nobody wants a 12 year old cat obviously. Even the lady said she couldn't adopt me because of something called a special needs kitty who lives with her. I don't even know why she bothered to come visit at all. I gave up and just figured I'd stay in the hospital forever and ever.

Then one day, I was put in a cardboard carrier. I heard the lady's voice and the doctor giving her instructions about my medicine. She opened the carrier and the lady told me she was gonna take me to that man's house to get all better. I had no idea what she meant, but I was scared. How many times would I be moving? I just wanted to go home, but I didn't have a home anymore. It turns out I went to the man the lady brought with her at her last visit. The one who was with her and not the one who came later. There was a litter box, food, water, scratching post and good places to hide. The lady let me out and I looked around. She fed me and I ate a few bites. Then I hid.

I'm not sure what to think right now. I've been in this place about five days now. The second night was really cool though. I found a mouse and ate it. The lady and man were really happy. The lady said she' d had one of her kitties over to get the mouse, but her kitty didn't do the job. I felt proud of myself. I hid under the bed a lot, so the lady bought me a bed and put it under there. Talk about comfy. Wow. The people have been leaving me alone most of the time, but they force me out of hiding (even the places I don't think they can get me) and give me this medicine two times every day. Then they try to snuggle with me. The lady at least made it safe feeling. She would put me under the covers and I'd stay a while. I liked getting body massages so I purred a lot. I'm thinking this may not be too bad.

They said I'm feeling better. I have been running from them at medicine time and am getting harder to catch. A few times I was nice back and slept with them for a while. It seemed to make them really happy. They told me they are my foster mommy and daddy and promise once I get well they will find me a furever home. That sounded like I would be moving again. I hid after hearing that. However, foster mommy promised it would be a place that I would be loved so much every day that it would send me into kitty wonderland. I may get a happy ending after all. That would be really nice. Foster mom said I deserve it. I had to agree with her.