Nicknames: Little bit, Little chit, May May, sweet girl... she doesn't care, as long as she gets fed.
Birthday: November 15th 2007
Likes: So far, he likes rolled up paper, the laser light and wet food.
Pet-Peeves: She isn't used to getting her nails trimmed.
Favorite Toy: She loves his rolled up pieces of paper and the laser light.
Favorite Nap Spot: On the electric blanket.
Favorite Food: Canned stuff and human food.
Skills: Typing on my keyboard without my permission and playing fetch.
Arrival Story: Mayhem is yet another rescue from the local steel yard. She showed up at the place where I feed all the other kitties one rainy night. It was very cold and she was soaking wet. She didn't even put up a fight when I picked her up. She just hung from my hand as I literally wrung all the water out of her coat. I took her to my car, but all the new noises started to scare her. I just kept holding onto her, though. I turned the car heater on full blast and put her up against the vent. She just went totally limp when she felt the heat. She now bosses half the other kitties around. I guess she had to be rough and tough to live out there.
It's been a while since I wrote a diary entry, so I may have already commented on this before. Being that I love paper balls sooo much, I figure I'll write about them again. So here it is... I love paper balls. Whenever meowmy gets some mail, she is very good to me. Actually.. it's not that she is good to me... it's that I have her well trained. When I was just a few weeks old, I started playing fetch with paper balls. Meowmy even got video of one of my first fetches and posted it here.
I have a problem with that video, though. If you listen closely, she says someting twice - "Good boy." Good BOY?? I am NOT a boy. I do have to forgive her, though. She had only peeked rather quickly while I was soaking wet in a dark car lit only by the dome light. Not to mention, kittens can be a bit tricky to figure out. She figured it out soon enough. Anyway... back to the balls. (The paper ones.)
So when meowmy opens the mail, I come running in and watch. I get really excited. I crouch at the doorway to her room and mew pitifully. Then I hear the noise I love... crumpling paper. I flatten my ears and get as flat as I can. Then the thing I love most - her arm going up and away the ball goes! I bolt after it with my long nails making that funny noise as they dig too far and snag in the carpet. Then I bat the ball around a bit before bringing it back.
It's lots of fun. You furballs out there should go try it!