July 17th 2010 9:07 am
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Happy Birthday to all the birthday kitties today!!! There's 434 of us in the birthday stroll! Hope everyone is getting everything they ever wanted!!! Happy Birthday to me! I'm 3 today!!!
July 17th 2009 6:41 pm
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Happy Birthday to me and to all 347 kitties listed as having a birthday today! Time sure is flying!!!
November 3rd 2007 10:17 am
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I really don't like the cat carrier things! They're so confining! I really test out my vocal cords when I get shoved in one of those things! I really like to hit those high notes when I'm in the car. It echoes so nicely! Maybe I could be a back-up singer for Mariah Carey. Is she taking any auditions?
I got shoved in the carrier because I had to go to the vet today for a booster shot. I have one more in a month and I'm really not looking forward to it!
Lucky went to the vet today too. But what I don't understand is that he didn't make one sound the entire time he was in the carrier. Not one! Is he ill? Was he drugged? I don't get it. He just layed there and looked out the window. What's wrong with that boy? So, I tried to have a conversation with him but he never answered. How rude! So, eventually I gave up and kept my opinions to myself. I really didn't have very much to say the rest of the trip. He really was strangely quiet. Later on, after we came home, Lucky told me that he was just trying to be a good role model for me. He said it's no use crying at the top of our lungs or trying to get out of the carrier. We're wasting our time. Lucky's a good brother, isn't he?
Well, I weighed in today at 5 pounds even. Supposedly a good rule of thumb for kitten weight is a pound a month. So for the first six months, I should be the same weight in pounds as my age in months. Well, I'm a little ahead of schedule. I'm only 15.5 weeks old (almost 4 months old) and I already weigh 5 pounds. Mom called me a little porker. What's a porker? Should I be insulted or was that a term of endearment? I couldn't tell.
Well, I just got done with my Fancy Feast as a treat for being such a good girl. Now it's time to work off a little bit of this pent up energy I have for being in the carrier for like 5 hours. Then maybe I'll snooze a little and work up my appetite again. That's one thing I don't have a problem with...food. It's all good to me! Hmmm...porker, huh? I'll have to look that word up on google or something. Maybe it's a type of food. If so, does mom want to eat me? She did call me "her" little porker. Were there others before me that I don't know about? All the kitties that were already in the house when I arrived are still around but mom doesn't call them that, just me. Now I'm getting scared! I'm going to go hide now. Let me know when I'm no longer her little porker, so I can come out of hiding!
October 13th 2007 6:37 pm
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I snagged myself a home a week ago! Can you believe it? It's been a week already. Time is flying!!! I'm starting to fit in with some of the other furbutts which makes me happy. Hemi basically accepted me right from the start. Mom saw Sunny licking my head tonight when she came home. Awwww! How cute, right? Mom thought so seeing Sunny hissed at me many times this past week. Some of the other furbutts will never come around and accept me. I'm learning that now. I've gotten beat up quite a few times. I take a beating from Simon, but I keep coming back for more. Oh well. I'll win him over eventually.
Today mom took me to the vet for my second set of shots. The shelter gave me my first set so today was my first visit to the vet. I was not a happy camper when I got put in the carrier! I was extremely vocal both on the trip there and on the trip home. I weighed in at 3.5 pounds and I took my shots like a little trooper. Mom was pleased with me.
They gave mom a pill for worms because I needed another deworming according to my records. For only being 3.5 pounds, I put up the fight of my life today when mom tried to shove that pill down my throat. I kept spitting it up and in one of my attempts to get away, I left war wounds on mom's hand from my claws. Lots of bleeding cuts and Mom was not too happy with me after that. She said "two can play that game" and then she kind of got rough with me to get me into position which basically rendered me paralyzed. Then she broke that pill up into 3 pieces and shoved each one down my throat. I think we're both glad that it's over now.
So now it's back to playing and being a kitten. I'm getting better at the human contact thing but I'm still pretty skittish until I realize that mom just wants to pet me and love on me. If I want her attention, I scream at her until she picks me up and pets me. If she wants to pet me and I'm not ready, I run away. She'll follow me around and waits until I stop moving. Then she basically has to stop about 2 feet from me and bend way over to pet me. If she gets any closer than that, I run away. Mom thinks I didn't get any attention at the shelter and had no idea what to do when someone wanted to pet me. Mom's hoping that I just need time and patience and things will turn out just fine. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.