Nicknames: peep-squeak, big ears, pigeon, bird-cat, trillby, grey ghost, puppy-cat, the brat princess
Birthday: June 23rd 2008
Coloration: Gray and White
Likes: he did like me...now i'm not sure. he likes to hide, right now...lord what a difference a day makes! simon likes LOVE! lappy time, snuggles, kisses, pets, grooming the humans, being combed and brushed (yep, likes it) utter and total lovebug.
Pet-Peeves: being picked up unless he's wrapped in something...then he goes into dormancy...again, what a difference a day makes. now, his problem is being PUT DOWN. is okay with being left alone once you detach him from your clothing, but this IS velcro kitty
Favorite Toy: seems to like the shower curtain...chewing my thumb...i don't think "play" has been part of his world, and he hasn't caught on yet....update: likes leather mousies and foam balls best...but kaya keeps streaking by and stealing them(MOL)
Favorite Nap Spot: now that he's not living under my hedges? anywhere in the bathroom where he's invisible to the untrained eye...again, today: my lap. beside me. roommate's lap. covered litter boxes, which is annoying.
Favorite Food: so far i've just given him IAMS kitten food...update: prefers dr. foster's canned. food snob.
Skills: he sounds more like an infant bird of prey than a kitten...does that count? oh-and he makes the most amazing faces...little clown. update: fastest cat in the world.
Arrival Story: i'll go into more detail later...actually some of his(HER) story is on the "new horizon feral squadron" page. basically his (HER) momcat left her baby on my doorstep, and tonight i finally just grabbed the little sucker and set him (HER) up in one of my bathrooms. we'll just see what we shall see...right now (S)he's giving me dirty looks when (S)he's not hiding.(it's a girl, folks)
well, today she went from skulker to: "i live in laps, don't you KNOW that?" bathed without a fuss, combed out with many purrs-umm, she's not a medium hair, she's a longhair. clean and combed it became obvious...it was like combing her fur made it grow...grooming magic. she is lying beside me licking my knee as i type...and here's the deal...
barring a miracle, we can't keep her. finances. lease agreement. roommate not in agreement. i love her, she loves me. she loves shyloh's mom (i'm kaya's mom), she loves her, she'll go to our other roommate. the tamest feral kitten in the world, i swear...so surely it won't be hard for her to find a home. she's gorgeous. she's sweet. but i want her to go to a feral rescue for safety's sake...working on it. purr for us. i'm scared. (she's not. i think she 's basically in blissland: belly full. lap warm. life good...NI!)
UPDATE: aside from the initial confusion over gender, i was confused over one other salient detail...apparently she's my cat. while i can't adopt every member of the feral squadron, rhymon was entrusted to me by her momcat and bonded so fast...i was afraid she might not make the transition. local support for feral rescue is nil. and she fit into out cathold almost magically well...so mote it be.
Bio: she has yet to make a sound that isn't more likely from a bird or human baby than a cat. trills, coos, squeaks, even strange beeps (?), but so far nothing that i could call a meow-and she's five months old. very vocal, just doesn't meow. go figure.
thank you catster diary-pickers! i have very much enjoyed my day in the spotlight! and to be recognized for my literary talents and not just for having a birthday-well. i am overwhelmed.
i begin to see that there are benefits to being the Middle Child. i have a playmate that would lose if she tried to fight me for territory...this has never been true before. so i do not fight her for territory. sometimes i move, sometimes i tell her to move. she DOES! we do not yet cuddle together-but i am a longhaired kitty, and she is a black kitty-and it's HOT! mom was worried about the no-cuddling yet thing, until kaya told her in her sleep to just think about it-has she seen me & kaya cuddling lately? and she knows we like to cuddle. we just aren't fans of heatstroke.
i have started talking to mom more. not just when i want to be petted and then fed, but just to chat. mom wonders if it is because jadyn da BIK is such a vocal kitten, and this has reminded me that i can use my voice for more than just: "pet me for thirty seconds and then feed me". i'm not sure-but i have noticed that with more use my voice sounds much more like a cat's and much less like a bird's or a creaky door or a video game that has been left on unattended. i still make these sounds, but when i am in actual communication with a human i now sound much more like a cat. perhaps it is because i now AM a cat, not JUST a kitten?
whatever. i am a grown cat. i am a grown cat of literary renown. thank you all!
i have a new game to play...a whole, entirely new game that only i play! it's called: Toss da BIK!
jadyn comes trotting up and throws herself at me-i catch her front part in my front paws and sends her flying with my back paws! she comes running running running with her little black head down and her little aqua eyes blazing-i stay crouched down till the exact right split second and then i push with my front paws and she rolls over, waving her teeny black paws in the air! then she gets up and she runs in a circle, and we meet in the middle of the floor and slap our front paws together-mom says she can't tell if we're high-fiving each other or doing a 3 stooges routine. then i run run run and jadyn chases...then i chase...then jadyn chases and i catches her front part in my front paws and sends her flying with my back paws...and we do the whole thing again! and again! and again!
kaya plays: chase da BIK. churrah plays: complain very loudly because da BIK won't stop following me. i play both of those games, and very well. but i'm the only one who plays Toss da BIK! and since jadyn seems to like to be Tossed...well. maybe kaya is jadyn's MentorCat. but maybe i can be jadyn's FriendCat? and maybe jadyn, if she gets big enough, can be a shrubbery? she's very, very small to be a shrubbery...but if i make sure she gets enough food and water, maybe she will grow?
mommy says she's just a little bit sad that i'm not a kitten anymore...silly mommy. i will always be YOUR kitten...but if you want to see a real kitten, a tiny, kind of stupid kitten? look at this little BIK i'm chasing around! you wouldn't want me to stay that little and silly and stupid forever, would you?
(sez mommy: welll...maybe if you girls just wouldn't grow up QUITE SO FAST? happy birthday, little one. yesterday i was out on the porch trying to get you to trust me...trying to get all the mats and filth out of your fur...finding out you were a girl (MOL)...fitting you with your first collar...)
silly mommy...that wasn't yesterday.
(my mistake...have a special day...oh, everyone calm down, these are mostly HAPPY tears...)