Likes: I like to get into as much mischief as possible, as you can see from my photos and video. It is more fun when I don't get caught
Pet-Peeves: I HATE to be picked up and held
Favorite Toy: Q-TIPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PULL THEM OUT OF THE GARBAGE! Mom will toss one to me, just because she knows I LOVE Q-Tips!
Favorite Food: romaine lettuce. *giggles*
Arrival Story: My mom is a sucker for kitties. Unfortunately, my dad knows that, as he casually mentioned that the neighbor's cat had just had kittens. He suggested that they "just take a look", knowing full well that we would be coming home with MOI, Lily. I share a home with 5 kitty brothers and sisters, and 2 Great Danes. Oh- my nickname is White Dot Head because I have a pure white dot right in the center of my forehead!
Bio: Amazingly enough, I know who BOTH of my parents are! My mom's name is "George" (an orange tabby) and ... and my dad is"Fred", a black and white moo-kitty, who lived together... so I knew BOTH of my parents! Needless to say, their momkatt figured out that George was a GIRL and not a BOY and had "George" fixed right away; I suppose she is now "Georgina" ha ha haha....
So I am a mix of an orange tabby/black and white moo kitty... I am a MUTT!
When I first came home I was a beautiful snowy white color with almost siamese-like markings. As I grew up, I became darker and darker
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: I AM THE QUEEN OF Q-TIPS!! Q-TIPS RULE!
Thank you HQ for choosing my diary to be featured on Thanksgiving Day! Although I tend to have bad catitude at times, I am truly and humbly grateful. And, I am very thankful on this Day of Blessings for so many reasons.
I am a very lucky kitty surrounded by warmth, love and wonderful family. (even though I still don't like PooToo... MOL!) I am well fed and cared for and wish to take a moment to offer my thanks.
I wish for all animals and hoomans alike to be as blessed as I am... there are so many unfortunates out there who are sick, cold, hungry, neglected and worst of all, abused. I wish them all peace and love.
Okay. Well maybe just a little. *coughs* (glares at mom)
Mom is making me write this. Well, I have been mean to my little brother PooToo ever since he joined our family. He’s been with us for just over TWO whole months now! As he says it, “TOO” whole months now. (rolls eyes… little brothers are sooooo annoying) so that makes it a total of three whole months he’s been with us, for he was outside for an entire month before dad brought him in. He should have just been left outside.
(mom) LILY! *GLARES at Lily* you keep writing young lady…
*sigh* so anyway, I have never been nice to him… I still give him warning yowls and if he gets too close I swat. *giggles* but I let him sit next to me while we eat because food is MUCH more interesting!!! MOL MOL
So here’s the deal. He is now 8 months old and he is big. And getting BIGGER. He is going to be HUGE! His paws are already bigger than mine, and I have huge paws. Am I worried…. Well…… maybe just a little bit. I’ll see how much longer I can hold out with my bad attitude. I mean, soon he'll be the one traumatizing me, don't you think? I suppose I deserve it...
Til then dear diary, I will continue about my business, which is all about Q-Tips and sparkle balls. I’d better go now, before I stick my paw in my mouth any further and make the typist mad. MOL!
*skips off, tail high, flicks it at mom and zooms off in a POOF of pink Q-Tips*
Oreo and I are teaming up in pre-meditated, pre-planned meanness. Yep… we are ganging up on our little brother PooToo and mom knows it and sees what we are doing. We are AWFUL, but have a good plan, I’ve gotta admit.
I don’t like PooToo. I loved Poo so much… maybe I just miss him too much? Mom is trying to keep the peace in our household and the only time I really get close to PooToo is to sniff his butt or to eat meals together. But boy if he so much as looks at me, I give him the warning bell. Well, warning mrrrrrrooowwrrrrrrr.
(mom rolls eyes at how juvenile Lily is)
Oreo isn’t too fond of him either, but she is a little bit nicer. Then there’s Odie. She used to be on our team, but she is a total sucker. She’s being NICE to him now. She used to be in the Mean Girls Club with us. *sticks tongue out at Odie* She’s just milking it because it’s her birthday today. Sheesh!
So this is what we do. *evil giggles* Oreo and I strategically place ourselves in the path to the litter box, to where bratty little brother can’t get by without an altercation. Oh don’t get me wrong; we don’t get into fights or anything, we just need to show him who’s boss. So with this minefield of cats in his way to the litter box, he is afraid to pass by us and has no choice but to pee on the little kitchen rug. Mom knows it is just an accident and never punishes him, nor tells dad, but she started noticing this tag-team pattern between Horrid Us. MOL MOL! So this morning after breakfast, the time that he usually does his business, she shoo’ed both of us away, strategically placed in his path, and CARRIED him to the litter box. OMC, she carried him! Sheesh!! And he did his business. I mean, I want him to get in trouble and it isn’t working. We re-formed our Lily-Oreo Mine Field, but she shoo’ed us away again ….and again. I’m afraid our strategy is beginning to fail.
Meanwhile, PooToo is getting big. And bigger and bigger.
Mom to Lily: You’d better play niiiiice, little girl! He’s going to give you a run for the money when he’s BIGGER than you! HAHAHAHAHA it’s called karma, kiddo! BTW… I put away all of your Q-Tips until you can play nicely. I WIN