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Buffy Cat: Vamp, Spyer, Slayer

Getting Out

At first the people I lived with didn't let me go outside. There were three of them. A man person, a woman person, and the man person's mother who was an older person. They were always giving me attention, playing with me, giving me toys, and telling me how beautiful I was. I remembered being outside and I missed it. Before I lived with these people I lived outside under the neighbors porch. I could see things from the windows in the house that gave me the urge to be out in the woods. I wanted to explore. From observing the persons, I knew that round thing on the door made it open. So I made it a point to sit on the bench next to the door and slap that round thing. I would also make pathetic sounds while I did it. After doing this a couple of days the man person took me outside. It was great. There were plenty of trees to climb and new stuff to sniff. There were things moving in the air, in the trees, on the ground, and in the ground. Beside that, in the far back there was a big swamp. The man person my Watcher) would always walk with me and get all excited when I did something he thought I shouldn't. I knew he was really angry when he yelled in what sounded like bad Japanese. Usually I just ignored him and went on about my sniffing, exploring, and watching him jump around yelling. We went out every day in the morning and every afternoon after eating.
I love the swamp. There are trees knocked sideways to climb on, big holes in stumps to go in, holes in trees to explore, and all kinds of critters to terrorize. I especially like to chase after those big tree mice with the fuzzy tail. I would follow them all over. I guess the man got tired of my paying no attention to his shouting at me back in the swamp. He started to carry this bag with him that he opened when I ran off after something. The kicker event was probably the day I looked back and saw him slopping through the mud up to his ankles, shaking his fist and speaking bad Japanese. It was enough to make a cat laugh. After that comical event, when I kept moving away from him and his calls, he would open the bag, take something out, and make a spark. Something would fly and fizz over me and in front of me. Then it would explode making an awful sound. I do not like loud noises. When he did that I would take off running back toward our house. After he did that for three days, I decided to turn around when he called so he wouldn't use the noise. I still love it out side, but there is nothing in the swamp that isn't in the woods around our house. Now I go out whenever I want, stay in the nearby woods, and the man person doesn't have to do as many funny things. Every now and then though I have to do something to get him to perform.

I can't remember a lot about the first few months of my life. Since there are some things that seem very familiar to me, I figure they were important to me in those early weeks. For example, I like denim, prefer to drink water from a glass, love paper and any type of crunchy bag, enjoy wrestling with shoes, relish getting into the trash, and I love to patrol in the woods with my watcher.

I recall being on the "streets" Haloween night. I like kids and people in general. There were a bunch of kids trick or treating so I fell in with them and went to a few houses with them. Well, I was hungry. I sort of liked this one house, so I went into the living room and cuddled up there. When the troop I was with was leaving, the woman of the house asked if I belonged to any of them, to which the answer was no. So, I stayed.

After a few days the woman told her boyfriend that he should take me to his house in the woods because the city was no place for a cat and she couldn't keep me there. The woman's boyfriend took me to his house and gave me some cat food. The plan was for me to be an oustide cat and live under his deck. So, at four months, there I was, living outside again. It was cold that first night, but the second was colder still. This was no fun. I like to have fun and I was sort of frightened of the noises at this new place.
The next day I heard the boyfriends next door neighbors. I let out a few pathetic kitten mews, walked over to the woman neighbor, and turned on my charm. She told a man with her they had a visitor. I did a few tricks, purred, and snuggled them. They seemed to like me. I heard the woman comment that they knew a kitten would come along eventually to replace their last cat who had died. Before long I was in their house getting a good meal. This was great, warmth and security. When they realized I probably belonged to their neighber they talked to him and he let me adopt them. So here I am.
I will have updates regularly and pictures of my adventures. If this interests you, visit me from time time. Like all cats, I can be interesting.