I's Adopted fur REAL

After two false alarms, I've been adopted for good this time! A wonderful, (and patient) woman took me to my furever home Monday night.


Here's her report on my activity:

First Day
She did come out of the carrier this morning and approach me. She sniffed my fingers and let me stroke her, hissing all the while.

Yesterday
She approached me again last night and rubbed her head against my hand, but then decided she had been foolish and started hissing.

Today
I guess 2 days of solitary confinement in my bedroom was enough for Rowling. Last night she had no hesitation with me and we had an orgy of head-rubbing.

False Alarm

Dude who said he wanted to be my furever home disappeared. Poof. So I guess we're lookin' again. Foster Mom says we'll find me an even better home this time. I hope so, cause Disney still occasionally tries to snack on me when she thinks Foster Mom isn't looking.

I'm adopted!!!

Yay. I got adopted last night, despite my hissing and growling. At one point the Sour Kitten Committee called me to see if I was free to be their keynote speaker, I was so sour. But I almost fell asleep in my new furever homeowner's lap. Cept when I'd wake up, I'd go, "Aaaaiiiee! I don't know you!" and put my ears back. But he's great with the head scritchies and is interested in trying out pumpkin (whatever that is) in my food. So I think it could all be good. New places to check out!

Paper Trained

It's been a few weeks since my last update. Foster Mom tried to get me offa the Petromalt, but that didn't turn out so well. So I'm back on it, plus on calorie gel again to try to get my weight up so I can get fixed. I didn't even know I was broken!

Something I've discovered since my last entry: paper! I love me some wadded up paper. I carry it into the kitchen, so it makes good noises when I bat it around, but it takes me a bit to get it in there because a whole piece of paper wadded up is about the same size as me.

*ahem*

Well, that didn't go very well. I put my ears back and hissed at my first potential adopter. He's the first human I've ever hissed at! Foster Mom says I could have committed a serious faux paw, but fortunately he knows we cats can be persnickety and laughed it off. Shew! But I'm still looking for my furever home. Anybody?

Dunno About All This Washing

Foster Mom tells me I get to meet some people tonight who might be my new parents -- and they found me here on Catster! These people better be worth the bath I got last night. I guess if they (and their cat Sadie) pick me, it'd be worth it, cause I'd have a furrrever home!

Televishun

Over the weekend I discovered the greatest new thing -- the televishun. Foster Mom was watching this show called, "It's Me or the Dog," and it caught my attention. Honestly, I don't know how it possibly takes 30 minutes to make that decision; I could make it for them in 30 seconds! Then tonight, I climbed up on Foster Mom's chest, and we watched The Closer together. I think I could really get into this televishun thing. Disneycat tells me I haven't known true televishun happiness until Foster Mom breaks out the squirrel DVD. Apparently it's some serious Oscar-worthy material.

This Work Stuff Ain't So Hard...

Foster Mom took me to work today. It meant I had to get another shower, dagnabbit. But once I was all fresh and clean smelling, I got to ride in the car and see what she does all day. First thing I did was check out this great cardboard tunnel they have, apparently to keep all the cables and cords safe. From something. Kitten teeth? No way. I decided that was my hangout. Then, when Foster Mom realized that I wasn't gonna be my talkative, playful self, she put a fleece jacket on her lap and let me sit there and watch her type all day. It was pretty cool. But she makes too many misspellings while petting. That's why I think she shouldn't multitask. Really, petting is her forte.

Here's a pic of me from one of Foster Mom's coworkers:
http://twitpic.com/7k1s

Five Whole Days!

I got to go five whole days between showers! I was so excited. I thought there might not ever be another shower. Unfortunately, there was. Fortunately, Disneykitteh came into the bathroom to save me when I started hollering. She mewled with me, as if she were doing some sort of peaceful protest. I'm pretty sure she was trying to convince Foster Mom of the merits of stankiness above cleanliness, but Foster Mom was having none of it.

I might actually have to have *another* shower tomorrow because I think Foster Mom's gonna take me in to work with her. I'm excited because there will be so many electrical cords to chew on! Yay!

The Shawshank Redemption, Kitteh Style

I gots out of da shower! Foster mom used to put me in there with her, cause I couldn't reach the sides of da tub to get out, but now I'm tall enough! I's so clever. And also wet. And also traipsing across da living room with teeny wet paws. Where's that electric blanket?