November 15th 2007 5:29 pm
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I just had to write this entry to warn every kitty out about the horrible nature of the BATHTUB. I’m just a little kitten, so I didn’t know…UNTIL TODAY! It was so scary and unpleasant! I don’t recommend any kitty going into the tub, ever! Unless you’re crazy and actually LIKE water, but I don’t know why any kitty would! Anyway, here’s what happened…
Meowmy was in the tub and she was splashing something around and it made noises that I was not used to. Dusty and Mia were sitting on the edge watching, so I decided to try to get a closer look. At first, the older siblings were crowding and I couldn’t get up. I’m so short that it’s a hard jump, especially when the tub is slippery. But I finally managed to get up and found a good viewing spot on the edge. I wanted to sniff and touch the stuff that was splashing about so I tried to lean in a bit closer. Meowmy kept yelling at me, “No Gabby, you’ll fall in if you keep it up!” She pushed me back a couple times, but when she tells me not to do something…it just makes me want to do it MORE. You know, because I’m not supposed to. I guess I’ve got a bit of a bad girl side. So when I thought she wasn’t looking I crouched down and leaned in some more. I must have been mesmerized by the new smell so much that I wasn’t paying attention, I lost my balance…or maybe I slipped on the wet side. It all happened so fast that I can’t remember. But whatever it was, I fell in! And that splashy stuff was WATER! I hate water!!
All I could think was, “I’m wet, I’m WET! Get me out, Get me OUT!” I swam to the side and tried to grab a hold of the tub to pull myself up, but my paws slipped and I was still stuck in the water. I had to keep swimming, I was afraid I’d go under. I wasn’t afraid that I’d drown, but that I’d get more WET. It makes me shiver just thinking about it again! To make matters worse Meowmy kept saying, “I told you so, but you wouldn’t listen!” She finally scooped me up, after what seemed like FOREVER and stood up. So, once my poor wet self was out of the water I was wiggling and scrambling for good solid DRY floor. I screamed to Meowmy, “Put me down, get me out!” I hugged the shower curtain for safety. She was mad at me though for freakin’ out. She was trying to get me the towel, but I was so out of control she couldn’t get at it. She let me jump down and run off to dry myself. Then she towel dried me. I really do hate being towel dried. I cried for her to stop. Once she finally did I finished off the drying work. I can’t seem to get the funny smell out, though. Now I’m so chilly that she let me curl up between her two shirts and take a much needed nap.
I say this whole mishap was partially her fault. If she had just told me that the tub was a big sink and that she was taking a bath like she used to give me (but in the sink), I woulda stayed far far away from it to begin with!
November 3rd 2007 11:45 am
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So my big sister, Mia, had an appointment for a physical at the vet yesterday. She’s going in to be “fixed” at the end of the month and they wanted to see her since she’d never been there before. (She had her first shots at a low-cost clinic.) Anyway, don’t tell her I said this, but she can be a bit of a scaredy cat. Meowmy and Daddy had a hard time catching her to put her in the carrier, because she knew something was up. The pawrents don’t usually use the carrier for our older siblings, but felt Mia would feel safer in there, than being out and about with the other animals. Last time she had an appointment to see a vet, she hid behind my pawrents and climbed up them and clung to them too.
My Meowmy had the idea of bringing me along to keep her company and make her feel less scared. It seemed to work for her. I went in the carrier with her and snuggled with her. It was only a few minutes ride, luckily. Then when we got there, there was a doggie in the waiting room and we could hear him, but neither of us cried. (He was an ugly dog and he sounded more like a snorting pig, than he did a dog.) Daddy held me while Mia’s Doctor did his thing in the checkup room. Daddy wanted me to see what the Doctor does, so I wouldn’t be so scared when it’s my turn in a couple weeks. I wasn’t scared while he held me, but once he put me on the front checkout counter I couldn’t hide my nerves. My legs got all shaky underneath me. The nice lady gave me some yummy treats to make me feel better about being there. It helped a little, but all I could think about was the face that Mia made when the doc took her temp. She didn’t look too happy. And when we got back she told me that the last vet stuck her with needles. I’m starting to understand why she was so scared about going. Does anykitty want to take my place at my appointment?
November 3rd 2007 9:24 am
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I wanted to begin by telling every kitty my background story.
My mom cat is a feral that lives outside in my Daddy’s neighborhood. She is also the mother of my older siblings, Dusty and Mia. Mia is about 3 months older than me. I had two litter mates, both brothers, that were adopted out to very nice homes. Orangie, now Jango, went to my Uncle Tim on Oct 28th. Uncle Tim says Jango is more than a handful of trouble! Furball, now Benny, went to his new home on Oct 19th. His new pawrents say he’s a sweet lap cat. Both of them went to families with at least one other kitty, so they have new siblings to play with. When I heard that my Meowmy and Daddy were planning on letting someone adopt me I got pretty upset. I didn’t want to leave my new family. When I heard that my new home wouldn’t have any other kitties for me to play with, that was the last straw! I devised a plan to woo Daddy. You see, he’s a sucker for the girl kitties. And by winning him, Daddy would convince Meowmy to keep me, and I’d be here furever! I began working on him immediately.
Every day when he walked in the door, I would run to greet him and meow until I got picked up. Once in his arms I’d purr loudly for added affect. Then I’d snuggle with him as often as possible…on the couch or on the bed while he watched TV, and purr. If he called me, I’d come running. I also talked to him, when something was on my mind. When he pet me, I gave him a tilted-head, big-eyed look, all cute like, with some purring, of course. I would purr whenever possible and let him pet my belly often. I also followed him on occasion to get him good and attached. And when I wanted to play with one of my pawrents, I always chose him. I knew it’d work if I tried hard enough. I also made a point to show Meowmy that I wouldn't be difficult to care for. I showed her that I could eat all by myself and use the big kitty litter box. I was the first of my litter to do both! I had to impress her with my intelligence!
I kept my paws crossed at all times, too. It seemed to help, because all my possible adopters couldn’t take me for one reason or another. Daddy was hooked by my cuteness by then and Meowmy finally agreed I could stay. And it was just in time too, because after it was decided, two other possible homes came around. Meowmy turned ‘em down, because she knew it’d break Daddy’s heart to give me up. She wants me to let every kitty and human out there know that Mia and I are technically Daddy’s kitties, even though we live with Meowmy. And she isn’t a crazy cat lady! Now us two girls play together while the two boys play together. And us siblings; Dusty, Mia, and I, get to play chase together every morning and afternoon! (Toby tries to play but he’s always behind on account of his awkward running.) I love my family and my home! I’m such a happy cat! My pawrents are going to take me to the store to pick out a toy soon. It’s a family tradition for the new kitty in the house!