Skills: She is an excellent climber and can jump quite high. She is an excellent "moth huntress."
Arrival Story: Laura Belle was given to me by my grandaughter Summer because her mother cat could no longer nurse her. Belle's mother had Mastitis. Three of her brothers had already died of malnutrition, so we weren't sure if little Belle was going to make it. When I got Laura Belle she was 26 days old and she weighed 7 ounces. I began feeding Belle kitten replacement milk every 1 1/2 to 2 hours from a bottle. She adapted to the bottle quite well. She began to gain weight. After feeding her for one week, she gained 3 ounces. Her meals were getting larger and larger. It was soon apparent that Belle was "out of the woods." I took her in to the Veterinarian, and she gave her a thumbs up, so then we knew for sure that she was going to survive her somewhat shaky start in life. Belle will be six weeks old in two days, and she is thriving. Thank God, our little baby is going to grow into a full sized feline someday! UPDATE: 04/25/09 Belle just celebrated her First Birthday a week ago. Belle is the love of my life (well, besides my husband she is!). She and her sisfur Daisy (born 17 days apart, from a different litter) are the best of friends. They usually sleep all day so that they can terrorize my husband and I, and E.J. and Blue II each night. Belle has totally adapted to indoor living, and has only attempted to go outside once. She has recently noticed the four feral cats living outside, and watches them from the window with interest. She is very affectionate and smart. Belle is quite a bit smaller than her sister Daisy and her brothers E.J. and Blue II. I believe she is already full grown and is going to be a petite feline. Believe me, her size fits her Diva Princess attitude. She is definitely royalty!
Bio: Dad named me Laura Belle after his maternal grandmother. She was a very sweet lady, and my pawrents thought that I looked so sweet and innocent that they named me after her. I went to my furever home when I was 26 days old. My meowmy took real good care of me, and now I am growing fast. She makes me bottles whenefur I get hungry so I am gaining weight. Meowmy told me this week that I have to be "weaned", whatefur that means. She said that I don't get my bottle all the time, and that I have to learn to "lap" up my milk and kitten food from a bowl instead. Oh well, Daisy says it's not so bad. Daisy is my sisfur. She came to live wif us when I had only been here fur six days. She is 17 days older than me, and she is almost twice my size. Meowmy says that I am small and petite fur my age. Daisy and I purrlay togefur like old furiends, and we only just met each ofur! We even snuggle togefur, and sleep side by side. She is my best buddy. I like my big brofurs too. E.J. and Blue II have also started purrlaying wif us little girls efurry night before bed time. They play tag and chase us all ofur the house. Oh, they hissed and growled at us alot when we furst came here, but they have mellowed out, and now they love us. Yep, I like my new furever home...I think I've got my pawrents wrapped right around my tiny paw...hehehe!
I was meowing with my furiend Toby from England. He mentioned that he had a pet slug, but his mum made him get rid of it when she found that Toby had deposited his pet slug in her bed. I felt bad for Toby. Why should our meowmys have all the fun? We felines could use a pet also. Having someone depending on us would show our pawrents how mature we are. I encouraged Toby to keep looking for a pet in his garden. I am sure that he can find the purrfect pet for himself, maybe something a little less slimy.
Toby's Pet Hunting got me to thinking; why couldn't I have a pet also? It would give me something to nurture, to care for. It would teach me responsibility. It would show my meowmy and daddy how much I have grown up, and that I could be trusted with the life of anofur. By George, that's IT! Starting tomorrow, I am going to hunt for the purrfect pet for myself. I have given this a lot of thought...it couldn't be a spider. Meowmy is afraid of spiders. It couldn't be a fly...Daddy hates flys. They get on your food, and he says they are dirty. It couldn't be a moth. I love the way a moth tastes, and I would end up eating my pet. It can't be a mousie. My brofurs and sisfur would end up eating my pet, and then I would be heartbroken. I think the purrfect pet for me would be a froggy. Meowmy LOVES little froggies, and I'm sure Daddy wouldn't mind either. Purrsonally, I think froggies are really cute. It is decided. Tomorrow morning I am beginning the Belle's Pet Expedition. I will hunt for the purrfect frog. A baby frog would be nice. It would think of me as its MOM. I am excited about this new chapter in my life...I really like being an adult! MOL!
Hi there fur furiends! I don't know about you...but my pawrents are CRAZY about sports. Almost efurry kind of sport. My sisfur, my brofurs, and I were minding our own business last night, sleeping peacefully, when my pawrents started making LOUD noises again. They tend to do this whenefur a favorite team of theirs is playing on the TV. This loud noise went on for longer than normal last night, so we ventured out of the bedroom to see what was going on. I guess we cats figured "If you can't beat em', join em'!" I asked Meowmy what was happening. She told me that the San Francisco Giants were ahead, and if they won last night's game, they would win the National League Pennant, and they would be heading to the World Series. Since none of us kitties were going to get any sleep while the game was on, we watched the game with our pawrents with interest.
In the bottom of the Ninth Inning, it looked like there was going to be a Rain Delay of the game. It was raining so hard, the pitcher could barely get a grip on the ball because it was impawsible to keep the ball dry. It was the last inning of the game, there were already two outs, and there might be a Rain Delay...Us kitties were NOT amused. This meant we would have to wait even longer to get some more shut eye! We didn't have to worry though...The Head Umpire didn't call the game, and the decision was made to finish the game. Sergio Romo somehow held onto the ball and pitched the final ball of the game. It was a strike, and the batter hit it to the infielder Marco Scutaro. Scutaro caught it for the final out. The game was ofur. The Giants won the Pennant! The Giants were going to The World Series! Yay Giants!
We were so excited for our pawrents. They had watched efurry game this year, hoping for an outcome such as this. The Giants are playing at home in San Francisco tomorrow, the 24th, against the Detroit Tigers. Meowmy and Daddy are really looking forward to the World Series. Win or lose, it will be a LOT of fun. GO GIANTS!!!
Meowlo furiends! I am trying to get Meowmy in the habit of writing in my Diary more often, so let's see how often she really does post something in it. We'll just call it a "Test", and see how she does. Now that the Olympics are finally ofur, she has NO excuse fur not seeing to my social life here at Catster, and keeping up with my thoughts and reflections in my Diary! **Snort, snort!**
Meowmy has been saying this week that the weather is starting to cool down. She told Daddy that they better get busy cutting firewood for Winter. Oh, they have the wood shed half full of wood, but they need to fill the wood shed in order to have enough to last all Winter long. I would gladly help them cut the firewood, but Meowmy said "No!" She must still think I am a baby. I am a big girl now...FOUR years old! **Sniff, sniff** If she and daddy would let me help cut up and split the wood, the best part would be that I would get to go OUTSIDE! Maybe I'll snuggle with her tonight, give her some Purr Therapy, and ask her to "think about it." Yep, that might work! **Giggles**
Purrsonally, I wish that Summer would stick around for a while longer. I LOVE the bright, sunny, warm days of Summer. You can find tons of sunbeams efurrywhere! They are fun to lay in, to warm your fur in. Sunbeams make you SO sleepy. I get some of my best sleep in sunbeams during the hot Summer.
I am a furry lucky girl to have such warm weather where I live. My furiend Toby, my PenPal from England, hasn't had furry much warm weather this Summer. It seems like it is always raining ofur there. He told me that the weather stayed purrty nice during the Olympics that were held in his home town, but the weather turned rainy as soon as the Olympic games were ofur. When it is rainy weather, it interferes with his frog hunting in his garden, so fur Toby's sake I hope he gets some more non-rainy days before Fall and Winter set in. Purrlease Mr. Summer, stay fur a while longer, and make your sunbeams stay warm and bright...