Most of you know that my sister Sassy has been working on retiring over the summer months. If you need an update on what has been gone on visit over at her place and catch up with her last couple of postings. Today is the day that her retirement is taking effect. Be sure to stop over and see her off. If you want to copy this photo and display on your sidebar feel free.
It isn't a good bye this I know for sure, we will meet her again.
Dear friends I need your advise. You see below the photo of our beautiful grand daughter of the family. . . well it is hard to believe it but last weekend I gave her a bap on the head. I am so ashamed and embarassed about what I have done but when I look back I am thinking that I had no other choice. Ok let me fill you in.
The very first day I met the grand daughter we immediately loved each other bunches. But she is so young, only three, and doesn't understand that I don't always want to be picked up and held when she wants to see me. Last weekend she kept picking me up sometimes squeezing my tummy too much. I would run and find a hiding place but she is good at that game and found me without too much trouble.
Well, it happened on Saturday night. I had tried to hide, that didn't work. I then jumped on the mom's lap in hopes of protection which she did tell the grandchild that I didn't want to play right now. She still wanted to see me but I wasn't in the mood. Before I knew it there was a noise coming out of my voice box, I guess that meant I was saying no please. Then before I even knew what happened, it was like my paw and leg took over me and my paw was on her forehead giving her a gentle but firm bap. No claws were used in this manuver. I felt terrible about that because I could see that I startled the child. Oh my, I never met to to that. Then my mom, her grandmother, told her that I was really saying no and that was the only way I knew how to do that. They laughed about it and she didn't seem afraid of me, which I certainly I would never want to happen.
On Sunday things were running more smoothly between the two of us. You see the mom told the grand daughter the secret of playing with me. She told her that if she didn't chase me and try to pick me up all the time I would come and find her when I wanted company. Well as you can see by the sleeping me and the smiling little one that this worked perfectly. We now know how to see each other without upsetting one and other. We have a new understanding and we love each other bunches and bunches.
I still feel bad about the bap. Was the bap wrong? I am so sorry that I did that. Do I need anger management class? Any other suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Oh, and no blame on the sweet cute grand daughter she is not at fault here.
It is an interesting story about the day I picked out my mom and dad. Yes, I picked them out. I must say I had a lot of work to do when I decided that they were the ones. Here is my story.
It was way back on the 7th of July, when I was wondering around the countryside, that I heard a lot of laughter and talking, and smelled the aroma of good food. I immediately headed in the direction of all of the commotion and suddenly came upon what looked like a family picinic. This was a great find indeed. I immediately made my precence known and a few of the folks noticed me and made up to me really fast, but I found that the mom there wouldn't have anything to do with me. You see, I have since learned that she has had her heart broken many times by outside cats. She would offer them food, water, play, anything that an outside kitty would want. But several of her cats, Sassy, Punkie, and Guy, just left and didn't come back. I didn't know at that time but she told the dad that she didn't want to get attached to anymore outside cats because of the sadness that she was feeling. I'm glad I didn't know all of this because I might have decided not to even give them a try.
This is the first photo taken of me.
I decided that I liked this family and that I would hang out and try to mooch some food off of them. The mom wouldn't pay me any attention but I didn't care because there were plenty of other folks there who did. After the dad noticed me he started petting me, then he would kind of play with me, and the best yet was that, before I knew it, he brought out some food and water just for me. Well, the mom wasn't happy. She said that now that the cat was fed, it WAS HER CAT! My hears perked up when I heard that and I tried really hard not to smile.
Weaseling, I mean tugging at the dad's heart strings.
When she questioned why food was brought out for me, which I kind of thought was really rude, he explained that I was starving and pointed out that my little ribs were sticking out through my skin and fur. She noticed he was right but still wasn't sold on the idea of me hanging around. She didn't want to get attached to me. I was hoping that it was already too late for her and that she was hooked on keeping me around.
A photo taken of me trying to be as cute as I could possibly be.
The mom was sold! I was fed, named, held, and given kisses!!
It took me all of maybe several days to know that I was a shoo in and they were going to let me stay. The mom did have some rules, which included a visit to the vet, surgery so I wouldn't bring any more little kittens around once I grew up, shots to be given, and a chip put in so if I ever got lost they would have a chance of finding me again. Yes, life was good but guess what? It got better.
After my surgery, on October 15, at the vet's office it was mentioned to the mom that I cannot go outside for ten days. When I heard of this wonderful idea again I tried to keep the smile off of my face. This was the in that I needed. Now during the day I had the run of the house and at night was put in a special place so I wouldn't get into trouble. Well one thing led to another and before they even realized what was happening I was sleeping in their bed at night with them. As I mentioned before they never saw it coming. I guess you could say I have two Gotha Days! The one when I got them and the second one when it was official . . . I would be their inside kittie.
After I had spent all this time inside, the mom didn't ever want me to go outside and again many tears were coming out of her when she would think about me being outside. Also being inside gave me plenty of time to work the dad and we now have a special relationship, I have him wrapped around my cute little paws. I would like to think that the dad fell head over heals for me, but maybe he just got tired of having the mom crying about me having to go back outside. Anyway, whatever his reason was, he gave the go ahead and now I am the official inside kitty!
The rest as they say is history! I don't miss being outside at all and when the doors are open I don't try to run outside. I was so young I have forgotten about the outside and am happy to watch the outside from the inside.
I think I came along when the folks needed someone to heal their hearts from being sad about the kitties they had known but now were missing. They still miss them but I like to think that I am filling the little empty place they feel with happiness. You never forget the ones you loved when they leave you. You always remember them and go on.
We are still is on the lookout for Sassy, Guy and Punkie and hope they are safe and sound at another place. Mom says that there are plenty of farms out here and that she is sure they are mooching from someone else. This she says her heart tells her. So I think that is so.
That that's how I picked my folks and found my forever home. I am so lucky to have such a great mom, dad, and new friends that I have met while blogging.
I don't understand what is going on! You see I have a favorite place that I like to be. It is on the stairway overlooking the greatroom. When I am up there I am at the highest I can be and look down on the little mom and dad.
You can see by the photos that my space is shrinking. I don't fit as well between the spindles and my shoulders touch both sides. I can hardly get my shoulders and head in there, I used to fit. How can the space get smaller? I don't get it?
Does anyone have any ideas? Oh, look down at the bottom on my blog there is a surprise photo.
The mom is busy with her sorority all weekend and we are left to fend for ourselves. The dad and I are planning on getting a lot of work done while she is gone. You can see in the above photo that we are making good use of our free time.
ps: The mom messed up and deleted my beautiful wallpaper from my blog and could not find the code to get it back so I had to go with this one. What am I going to do with her. Why won't she leave things alone?
ppss: After a good nights sleep she found it and put it back in. I am making her stay away from my blog all the rest of the day.
It's done! It's finally done. After finding things I lost and loosing things that I found the blog is now just the way I want it to be. Thanks to all who left me comments to help me with this project and a special thanks to Zoolatry for my beautiful header.
After admiring my hard work I am now going to take a long over due rest.
I have been working on setting up the email and blog. Sometimes with success and sometimes without it. I now have three columns on my blog and the email is working but I think I lost my archive setting. I don't quite know what I am doing, after all I am only a nine month old kitten.
ps: My three column is now a two column. Does anyone have the code for the three column? Good news too, I found the archive stuff. I might get the hang of this yet. Hey how do you like my new wallpaper?
ppss: I had the dad help me out. Now I have the three columns that I really wanted. Think I am ready to readd my links and I will be ready to go, again.
pppsss: Monday I got the biggest surprise when I opened my email. Ann from Zoolatry made and sent me photos of a new header for my blog. I put it up right away, wasn't that so sweet of her. Many thanks to all at Zoolatry!!