April 5th 2009 9:07 am
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I was adopted from a shelter a few days ago. My kitty sister, Isis died earlier that day and my new pawrents couldn't stand being without a cat. Since Isis had been adopted from this shelter, they decided to get me there. I had a bad case of ear mites and a terrible cold that was developing into pneumonia. My new family took me strait away to the new vet where I was poked in unmentionable places. It was especially violating considering I had my manhood taken from me just the previous day.
My new home is pretty cool. I have all the food I want, which means a lot because I have had to go without food before I was rescued. I would go after any food I could find when I first came to my new home because I thought i might not get anymore. I am now steadily gaining some weight.
There is a definite division in this house: the two overbearing, overly dramatic females (Mom and my doggy sister Athena) and the laid back males (me and my Dad). The males in the house have learned to stare down the females and keep calm at all costs. This appears to just aggregated and unnerve the females even more, resulting in them eventually backing down. We men show no fear, but we sometimes let the ladies think they won just to diffuse the situation.
I prefer to explore this house alone, waiting for the humans to leave before venturing into the basement and bathroom. But when they are home, I just want to snuggle. I have gone without snuggling for too long and need companionship. This may also be the result of the whole "losing manhood" thing that awful vet did to me.
I understand it is my job to help this family heal from my kitty sister's death and i must say i am doing a pretty good job. I have learned how to be super cute and snuggle to make them feel better. Apparently many of my mannerisms are similar to my sister's actions when she was alive. The smallest cat like thing i do is praised and adored by my new family. The dog appears to be a very jealous and tries to steal my thunder. I have tried to make friends with her, but she has no interest - yet. I think i can win her over, though. After all, she is a dog. They are not the brightest. They actually work for their food by completing small, pointless tasks. I have learned to do so by telling them to feed me and the humans comply with my demands.
I have to say i have a pretty sweet set up here and i hope this will be my furever home. My new mom and dad keep saying this is my new home, but i have had several homes, so i hope this will be my last. They tell me all the time how much they love me and I can't help but to love the poor saps back. I got a good gig going on here, all the food, snacks, scratchers, leather furniture, and toys I can possible handle - for free. I just have to lay on their lap and throw them the occasional cute action and they just eat it up.
This whole family is having some serious adjustments, mom and dad to losing Isis and gaining me, me to this new home, and Athena to a new cat. But I think we will all do just purrfect (i know that ending was cheesy, but it just felt right).
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