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Confessions Of a Queen

a pet's 10 commandments

Hey, this was sent to me by a catster friend a few months ago. I just thought I'd post it in here.

1.   When you adopt me my life is likely to last 15 to 20 years. Please don't forsake me, any separation from you will be very painful.
2.   Please give me time to understand what it is you want from me. Change can be more difficult for me than for you.
3.   Please trust me and help me to trust you... it is crucial for my well being as well as yours.
4.   Don't be angry with me for too long, and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment. I have only YOU.
5.   Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice when you're speaking to me.
6.   Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.
7.   Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to hurt you.
8.   Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Is there another reason for my behavior? Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, or I've been out in the sun too long, and my heart may be getting old and weak. Try to understand what it is like to be me.
9.   Please take care of me when I get old. Don't abandon me, for you, too, will grow old.
10.   Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't bear to watch it", or, "Let it happen in my absence." I need you with me even at the end of my journey. Please always do what is best for me even if it is unbearable for you to do so - because I love you and trust that you will.

my own note:

Society belittles animals way too much. Too many people think animals are so disposable, and they're just there because. I've heard too many times "it's just a dog," or "it's just a cat." Enough is enough, seriously. You know why animals have a much shorter time on earth than we do? It's because they are born without faults, they do not commit any sins, therefore, they deserve to go to the bridge before we do. This world has really gone down the pot, especially the youth population. But, can we please be kind to animals? In case you didn't realize, animals have feelings too. Te day society changes and humans and animals are put on the same level, that'll be the best day of mylife.
thanks for reading

xoxo

Victoria

How I Found Love

Hey, so Sister and I have decided to start a brand new set of journals. We hope this new set will illustrate what we believe in, and that it'll send a powerful message. To start off, I'll tell you exactly how I found my furever home. Some of it might be fiction, but most of it is fact, so here goes. I hope you like it.

It was just another day, another house, another family, but for but for Flora the family cat, it was a day that would change everything. Mrs. Ensor had let her outside to play while she finished up the chores inside. While Flora was happily playing in the sunshine and eating grass, Smokey the next door neighbor had come to join her. The two cats were having so much fun that they lost track of time. As night began to fall, Smokey inched himself on top of Flora, and the two began to roll around in the flower bed and get all muddy. Finally, Smokey turned to Flora and said, "It's getting late, I better head home for dinner. See you in the morning girlfriend." With that, he gave Flora a kiss on the top of her head and scampered off.

Weeks later, Flora gave birth to a litter of kittens. First came 2 white boys named Rock and Roll. Next came 2 siamese looking twins named Chocolate and Vanilla. Finally, out popped a tiny little orange and white girl. That little girl was me. I knew I was different from my brothers and sisters. They did not like me at all. The boys would chase me and make fun of me because I was orange and white. Even my own mama said I shouldn't have been born. I became so afraid that I hid all the time. I remember once when I was 4 weeks old, I was sleeping so peacefully in a little round bed, I found myself being shook violently by my mama.
"Mama, it's not even morning yet," I groaned.
"Who cares," she hissed. "All the pantries are locked, and I'm starving, and I need energy to care for your brothers and sisters, so I'm gonna eat you since you're so ugly."
"No you're not," I hissed back, and with that, I clawed my mama in the face and ran as fast as my little paws would take me. I ran up an open window, clawed a hole big enough for me to squeeze out, and darted off out into the night as quickly as possible.

Days had passed and nobody had noticed me. Dogs barked at me, birds flew around me exploding boms on me. Next thing I knew, a large pair of hands had scooped me up and dropped me inside a big cardboard box with holes carelessly dug into the sides. When I woke up, I found myself in a big huge wire cage in a noisy stinky building with lots of other kitties and doggies. I watched each day as my fellow shelter mates were taken out of their cages one by one and put into the arms of loving humans. Nobody seemed to notice or care about me. I was also aware of a certain room where some kitties and doggies entered but never came out. I saw the black kitty across the hall from me being carried to that erie room. Two people in white coats were preparing something in a bottle. I watched as the shot of pink liquid entered the kitty's paw. I knew what was happening. With each day passing, I began to lose a little more hope.

I remember waking up in a smokey smelling room where other cats were staring at me. The lady sat on the couch with a coffee in hand and patted her knee for me to come. I quietly went over and sat on her knee and purred. I liked these people a lot, but why did we have to use a dirty litterbox every day? Why did I always feel like I was starving to death? Just when I thought life couldn't get any worse, a man and a woman had come to see me. The man played with me with a feather wand while the woman hugged and kissed me. Next thing I knew, I was being shoved into a big plastic box and put on a noisy moving machine. I yowled and yowled the whole time, but the woman assured me that I was going home, and not to worry. "Home?" I thought. I like the sound of that. Soon, I began to see the man and woman as mommy and daddy. As soon as we pulled into a big dark room which they called a garage, Mommy took me out of the car and brought me in the house still in my box. We went downstairs where I was shown a room full of toys, treats, my very own litterbox, and a tree in which I could climb anytime I wanted. A teenage girl came into my room and loved on me. I rubbed up against her and purred. I think I'm gonna like it here, I thought. And so, here I am 4 years later in my furever home. I get everything I need and deserve without asking for it. Mommy sure can be strict, but boy do I ever love her. I can never get enough hugs and kisses over here. As for my sister, I have been with her through everything. I'm there when she practices music and when she's studying, but most of all, I've been there for her through love and heartbreak. As "boyfriends" disappeared, I stayed. I love my life and I would never trade it for anything.

sweet dreams my catster furriends

xoxo

Jellybean

I Have Been Tagged

I was tagged last night by my sweet furriend Hambone. I'm not sure if I have the rules right, but each player must start with seven random facts about themself, than choose seven furriends to tag by giving them a rosette. Well, this is going to be hard as I wish I could tag ev-furry-kitty at the same time. OK, let's start with my seven random facts: I am a very picky eater. Anything other than science diet will upset my sensitive tummy. I am happy to be the only furbaby in my family. Mommy and Daddy spoil me wrotten and give me everything I want. This may change in the near future as Sister is looking for a dog. ***cry*** Like Hambone, I am also an attention horder. Whenever there's company at my house, I must be the official door greeter, and I must get them to love me. I am a totally indoor kitty. My pawrents don't allow me outdoors. They say that it's far too dangerous for kitties. My boyfriend is the most beautiful fluffy orange and white kitty on catster named Rags. I am healthy as a horse. Last time Mommy and Daddy took me to the vets, they said I was so healthy that they don't need to see me for a very very long time. And, last but not least, did you know that Mommy and Daddy drove 3 hours away to get me? I'm so happy that I left that awful "rescue." I was so dirty and stank of cigarette smoke that Mommy and Daddy had to give me 3 baths to make me all clean. OK, now I tag the following seven furriends, Noble, Hooch, of course my one and only Ragsie baby, Natasha, Cinderella, Ashley of Grymalkin's Moon, and Mercedes (Mercy). Have fun, kittyhugs and kittykisses. Jellybean