Birthday: September 22nd 2007 Coloration: Black and White Likes: the little kitty ball, the sisal mousie on a spring, Pet-Peeves: Not being allowed to eat the hoomans dinners. Favorite Toy: The ball Favorite Nap Spot: On top of the DVD recorder Favorite Food: Whiskas kitten food in jelly Skills: She can really dribble that ball.... Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: After my beloved cat BiBi died in September 2007, I mourned for months. Unbeknownst to me, my partner was trying to arrange a new kitten as a Christmas surprise for me (to cheer me up). Eventually he confessed his plans and I paid a visit to the Animals in Need shelter in Melling, Merseyside. I was shown into the kitten room, where a little B&W kitten looked through the bars of the cage at me and mewed and mewed until I paid her attention. She was called Dot, and the rest of her litter had already found homes. Only she was left. She was also recovering from a bout of diarrhoea. I think the animal shelter also said that her Mum had died not long after having the litter, and she'd had to be hand-reared. So, after the usual paperwork etc, Dot came home with me on Saturday 15 December 2007. She was renamed Enya, because as I considered a new name for her I heard Enya's 'Orinoco Flow' in my head. Bio: She was born around the same date that my beloved BiBi (Blackberry) died. What a coincidence!
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Every day, my Meowmie takes off that stuff that passes for fur (I think they call them 'clothes').
Then she steps into the tub in the bathroom, and either immerses herself in the deep, deep water, or stands under a shower and gets thoroughly wet.
It gets worse. She'll then grab a square of this horrid smelling hard stuff and rub it all over her body. It makes her all foamy and looks disgusting.
I can't believe that hoomans do this. I've watched her each and every time she does this, and even stand on my hind paws so that I can get a better view. Or perch on the rim of the tub.
Meowmie tells me not to do it. She says it makes her self-conscious.
One day, I even jumped into the bath to save my GrandMeowmie from drowning. All that happened was that GrandMeowmie fished me out and told me not to be such a silly kitten.
Meowmie says that hoomans do this to get clean.
What is wrong with honest-to-goodness spit? We cats use it!
After a tiring day, meeting all the members of my new family, the hoomans all retired to bed.
They'd obviously forgotten what it was like to have a little kitten in the house!
3am is THE ideal time to run around the house, waking everyone up and getting them to play with you. Food should also be served at the same time!
Eventually, I felt tired again, and fell asleep on the little hooman girl's chest as she slept on her back in bed. That hooman is my very own hooman!
The Granny in the house is also my very own hooman. You see, after a while I wanted a change of scene and wandered into her room. Next thing I knew, I'd fallen asleep in her arms. Granny said that BiBi used to do the same as well.
Actually, all the Hoomans in the house are MY hoomans. I love licking them all and purring on them.
I've lived at the Animals in Need shelter as long as I can remember. My siblings and I lived in comfort, and were very well cared for, but we missed belonging to a proper family and living in a real home.
Every so often, a strange hooman would peer into our little cages/pens, and then one of us would be specially selected by a special hooman and be taken to a new loving home.
One by one, my siblings found new homes, until only I was left.
The people at the shelter even put my cage right by the entrance to the kitten room, so that everyone entering the room would see me, but still no-one gave me a home.
Until a few days ago, when a strange lady came by. As she walked by my cage and dithered over which kitten to adopt, I mewed, and mewed, and mewed. I was just getting over a bout of diarrhoea and felt a bit off colour, so I looked mournfully at her until she said hello.
Today, the strange lady came again, with a strange man and a little girl. I was placed in a cat carrier and driven to a new home in a car.
The new home was warm. There were PLENTY of toys, and a 6ft cat tree. I was given food and water, shown where the litter tray was, and introduced to my new fur-family.
I've only been here a few hours, but my new Meowmie says that it feels like I've been there forever!
So far, my favourite activities are dribbling the ping-pong ball, beating up the springy toy on a sisal base, and staring at myself in the mirror.
I've heard the hoomans say that tomorrow they are putting up a CHRISTMAS tree. Is that like a cat tree, I wonder?
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