Nicknames: baby girl, little girl, kitten girl, little grey, the other cat, grey-grey, princess kitty, baby blue (grandma gave me that one), mama
Birthday: April 10th 2008
Likes: Boris, Daddy, being given belly rubs, sitting on the cat tree spying on seagulls
Pet-Peeves: Being put in the carrier, having her ears cleaned, not being petted at command, and the human creature chasing her
Favorite Toy: The feathers by the door. I like to stalk them and bat at them. I also like to stalk the laptop and rubber mice :)
Favorite Nap Spot: On mom and dad's bed, using Boris as a pillow
Favorite Food: Wellness dry and Weruva
Skills: Making the cutest meows in the universe (they're super cute), being a ninja hider, opening doors (Boris taught her how), acting like a momma cat to Boris and her humans
Arrival Story: Boris had been needing a companion to help with his separation anxiety for a while. Since mom, dad and Boris were in Seattle for the summer (long story), and mom was going to be interning 8 hours a day in the fall when they moved back to Austin, mom said to herself: "It's now or never". Dad agreed. They went to a rescue called "Kitty Arbor", looking for a catolescent. Mom and dad did not like the catolescents that were there, so before leaving they visited the kitten dens. I was in one den with my meowmy, two orange brofurs, and another kitty whose mommy was adopted, and whom mommy cat was taking care of. Well, when they came near and tried to look at my orange brofurs (mom wanted another boy), I decided to play with their fingers, and daddy took notice of me. Mom and dad had a quick discussion, and decided to ask after me. Well, one thing led to another, and they went home with me that day. :)
Bio: Gracie has grown up from a scrawny and silly little thing into an elegant ninja kitten. She is not as much a daredevil as Boris, but rather has grown into her name: she is the most graceful jumper you will ever see. She still has a silly side, one that involves chewing things just to make sure they are not food, and busying herself with hiding toys all over the place (we keep putting toys out, they keep ending up in carriers, by the bowl, and under beds).
Now that she's a mature ladycat, Gracie has also becoming very "mom-like". She likes to groom Boris lovingly, and is always right by his side when he hides, licking him for comfort (whereas Boris expresses his love for her by trying to play with her all the time, which annoys her at times). She's also fond of grooming her humans, and while she likes her space, she does drop everything when she senses her humans are upset, and becomes extra lovey (that's why I've taken to teasingly calling her 'mama' lately ;))
Just a bit after I managed to finally forgive mother for bringing the creature home, the creature started crawling. Soon, she was chasing me. I do not like this at all. Fortunately, the creature is not able to pull up on the couch or mom's bed, so I spend most of my waking days jumping on the couches and using the headrests to get around MY living room when the creature invades it, and I take my daily naps on mom's bed.
Boris, who I'm starting to realize isn't very bright, actually interacts with the creature. He says that having your tail pulled and your furs pulled isn't so bad, and that she's actually getting somewhat less rough. I reserve my right not to find out firsthand.
I think he's just trying to get on the creature's good side so she may be bribed into opening the cupboard where the food is, and giving us food on command. I'm all for training your staff young, but I believe she's a little too young to reach the food.
Long time no write. Since I last wrote, my mom went and got this thing called a baby. It's this creature that screams, poops and cries. It's kind of like a dog, basically, but with pink skin and little hair.
For a very long time, I was very scared of the creature, and would hide whenever it was awake. Eventually, I realized that as long as it was not near me, it could not harm me. So last month I claimed her lair as mine (see: picture). The creature just slept in her half of it, and I in mine. I like it there. There's all sorts of soft stuff, and it smells nice.
Unfortunately, the creature keeps getting bigger and more mobile. The other day she managed to sit up next to me and pinch my fur while I was relaxing on the living room couch. Now, being a nice, sedated ladycat, I just shot my mom a look to tell her "Can you believe this creature? She thinks she can just touch my furs willy nilly!". Mom removed the creature's offending hand, and said something about being gentle.
This gives me hope that the creature can be properly trained to worship me. Then again, I heard mom say that a toddler chasing us will probably be the only thing that gets Boris and I into shape... fortunately, it doesn't sound like the creature is a toddler yet.
Last week we went to the vet. I didn't like it one bit, which is strange because I usually like the vet people. The vet said I was in good health, except for the fact that I'm 11.9 lbs. He said that's a little big, but once mom told him that Boris and I were both on a diet to make sure Boris lost weight, he said to just keep an eye on me, and hopefully I too would lose weight.
The next day, momma caught me red handed eating Boris' leftover Weruva, so she decided that from now on the wet food goes away after 15 minutes. Not a problem because I lick my plate clean, usually. But boy, I really liked getting the best of Boris, especially since he used to be a food bully (he's gotten better at it, nowadays he even lets me eat dry food first sometimes).
Speaking of the big guy, yesterday he turned four, but mom said she could not give him a proper celebration: daddy had a minor operation so he can't really lift things for a few days, and mom is big and fat and can't move around (there's something in her tummy growing, not sure what it is exactly, except that Boris says it likes to kick him when he tries to lay by mommy). She can barely keep up with the litterbox now that dad can't, and she doesn't have the energy for anything else. She did spend most of the day taking naps with Boris, he probably liked that because he's a big attention hog.
My present to him was playing with him even though he always wants to play longer than I like. You only turn 4 once, I suppose, so instead of doing my usual hiding and growling at him when he gets pushy, I just kept playing with him. But boy am I tired today, and I've decided to take a well needed rest by hiding out in the linen closet. Shhhh! Don't tell the orange guy!