Oct. 17, 2014

‘Hi… my name is Honeygirl and I am very cute and very, very be-.’

       ‘Whoa, whoa, whoa… stop, stop, stop… hold it right there!’ said Mr Kitty.

‘What?’

“Well… for starters you don’t start writing about just about you and how beautiful and cute you are…. That is not the important part. You have to tell your readers, if anyone bothers to read your journal, about who and what you are. Actually, you really ought to, after you write about how you got to saved by these Animal Care & Control people, first write about the wonderful angel who saved your life and brought you to her home and had you living in the lap of luxury.’

This talk came from Mr. Kitty who came down from Pussycat Heaven to help me begin writing my journal. Writing a journal is new to me and since Mr. Kitty already wrote his blog… he said that he’d be glad to step off his throne, in Pussycat Heaven, and help me. So here I begin.

Yes, the angel. That is my Mommy and the one I love most in the whole wide world and she saved me from everlasting misery. My kitty-hood was lousy… very, very lousy. I lived with a big family of other cats and horrible people who screamed at me and kicked me a lot. Because I was a sick kitty nobody bothered about me much... so I had to find my own food anywhere I could and I drank water wherever I could get it. The family I lived with would feed us kitties canned or dry cat food but because there were so many kitties… the food was all gone by the time I got there. We kitties and big cats lived outside during the day and inside the basement at night. It was very cold in the basement and none of my brothers and sister wanted to sleep with me because I had that sick smell. So I slept in the cars where it was warm. During the day there were some rough dogs who loved chasing and scaring me… so I often ran up the highest walls or up the trees and I got very good at this. This went on for about a year and three months. Then one day some people came and, boy oh boy, did we kitties all scram here and there. We were all in the basement and had been in there for days without food or water. Well… like I said these people came with long sticks with nets attached to the sticks. My brothers and sisters all scrammed and ran into tight corners or out in the dirty yard and up the trees or into the neighbors back yard but they, the people who had come to catch us, got me. I was so little and I couldn’t run very fast because my tummy was hurting and I couldn’t catch my breath and nobody was helping me to get away from the people and, because I had that sick smell, cats don’t like to be around a kitty who is sick, not even my mother cat would help me. All the other cats and the horrible family thought I’d just die one day but, funny thing, I never did die. Anyway, the people caught me, put me in a box, and put the box and me in a big car. I was never very close to my kitty family so and I didn’t miss them at all… besides I was feeling very sick. And I didn’t care about being away from the them or the horrible family because they were just nasty to me and kicked me a lot. Who wants to be around that? I really don’t know why the horrible family did this because I was really a very cu-

‘Ah-ah-ah… remember… don’t write about your beauty, Honeygirl.’

‘Ok, Ok, Ok, got it.’

Well, the people, these were the Animal Care & Control people, caught me and there was nothing I could do about it… can’t cry over spilled milk. The people got in the big car and drove off. I was very scared and didn’t know where I was going or what was going to happen to me. Finally, the big car stopped and they took me into a big white place with more people… these people were dressed in blue The blue people took me out of the box, fed me and gave me water but I couldn’t eat or drink because I was so, so scared and they these blue people were all touching me, I hate being touched, but they didn’t kick me… no… they were nice to me and said, ‘Awwww… look at the sweet kitty… awww. Oh she bites hard, she must be scared and she doesn’t like being held.’ Another voice said, ‘Look, this kitty is very sick… we have to find out what it is that is making her sick.’ So…. I was whisked off to another quiet room and put on a silver table. Then everything went black and I can’t remember anything. But when I woke up… I was in a room, not in a dirty basement, but in a nice clean cage and there was a little paper plate with food and a bowl of water and a plastic chair with a nice soft rug on it. There were lots of other kitties there but they were all in their own clean cages.

October 19, 2014

OK I have to finish were I left off.

       So… I was in this place where all us kitties lived in in their own clean cages. It was all so new to me to be looked after, fed twice a day without other stronger kitties getting all the food first, get my medicine without a screaming hassle and be able to sleep in peace without barking dogs and yowling cats hovering over me all the time. But I was scared a lot because I didn’t know how long this nice little vacation stuff would last and maybe the people might open the cage and decide to kick me again and this time I wouldn’t be able to hide anywhere or get out of the way and make a run for it. But what I didn’t like at all was when people, the people who found me, touched me and held me and put me in the big building. The big building had lots of funny smells and lots of dogs and cats and the people there would put me on a silver table and I absolutely hated being poked at with these ugly needles. I’ll call the people from the big building… the blue people because they were always dressed in blue. Anyway… when the poking and touching stuff was finally over… I was SO glad to be back in my nice, clean cage.

Then one day I went to a different room with lots of older cats. I was not in the room with the young kitties anymore. The nice cat lady who took care of the younger kitties and who took me to the other room told me that I was getting to be an adult now but I still felt like a helpless little kitty that needed a lot of food and water and care. In the other room I was put in a different cage… also nice and clean… it was pretty much the same as in the kitty room I was in before. I got fed twice a day and was given a bowl of clean water…so goody-goody… that hadn’t changed. I was still going to that other big building with the funny smells, still being put on the silver table and still being poked around a lot with funny needles by the blue people. I heard the cat lady saying that she wanted to put me in an adoption center but nobody seemed to want a kitty like me… with my heart problem. At first, I was glad so I didn’t have to leave my nice clean cage and could still sleep all curled up but little did I know what the people were really going to do with me… no… that part I never heard because no one wanted to talk about it… and I only just found out what they were going to do with me on the last day I stayed there…. but I’ll tell you that part when the time comes.

My life was pretty calm and swell but on one afternoon as I was having a nice cozy snooze on my nice plastic chair that was covered with a fleece blanket… everything really, really changed.

Two ladies walked in and one of them was telling the cat lady that she wanted to adopt a kitty… not too young and not too old. She was telling the cat lady that her cat died only three days ago but she just had to get a new kitty right away and so this was her big chance. She saw me all curled up but I pretended not to notice her because I didn’t want her to take me away from my nice clean cage, away from my food and water and away from my nice plastic chair with the soft blanket, my biggest treasure, and I thought of the kicking and screaming again and I thought she’d do all those horrible things to me. Then the lady, who was thinking of adopting me, looked at my cage door and saw the paper that said in big letters NOT FOR ADOPTION.

And then, o man was I not happy kitty at all, she asked her friend in a poky voice, ‘Hah… why is this here?’

‘I don’t know why… mmm… let me look at it. Oh, it says here that she is a special needs kitty but it doesn’t say what her problem is. Do you want me to go and ask?’

‘Well… I’m not too sure about this. I don’t know if I can handle another sick kitty… all the meds. And what if she dies so soon? I don’t think I could handle this. Sigh! Does it say, in the paper, how old she is?’

‘It says here that she’s a year and two months old. Do you want to take her? I can easily find out what her illness is.’

‘Mmm…. I have to think about it. Pauletta… what do you think I should do?’

‘Well it’s really up to you. Should I go and ask them what her illness is?’

‘’ OK… go and ask them what her problem is but I have to look at the at the other cats.’

So… they continued looking at the other cats and I heard the lady say, the one who wanted to adopt a kitty, ‘Oh… these cats are all too old. I really would like a young kitty so it will live a long time with me. Pauletta, really tell the truth now… should I adopt that little calico? I mean, she is the perfect age, not too old and not too young. Tell me honestly Pauletta, do you think this would be a good idea?’

We kitties can go into the minds of people and listen to what humans are thinking. Well, let me tell you what this lady was thinking. She was quite hysterical in a quiet way. First she couldn’t make up her mind… I mean… her thoughts were rambling back and forth like lightening. Then she remembered how Mr. Kitty got so sick and started having to take his medicine, which was frightfully expencsiv and she hated, totally loathed, losing her poor her darling baby boy. Then she remembered that she had PAWS, a low-income pet service. Then she said to Pauletta, when Pauletta returned from asking the cat lady why I was a special needs kitty and what was my illness, that she’d thought about adopting me and Pauletta said, ‘Oh good, I think you’d both be perfect for each other!’

So that was that and I thought, ‘OH NO.’

I was so scared again but even more scared when I saw the cat lady and the adopt-a-cat lady walk into my nice and clean big cage… and the cat lady took my nice soft fleece blanket off the chair and… told the adopt-a-cat lady to sit down on my plastic chair and… then the most horrible and hideous thing happened again… the cat lady picked me up and put me in the lap of the adopt-a-cat lady!!!!!! I was so so so scared… I thought I’d faint from sheer fright. But then something very different happened to me. I pushed my little head, I was so scared, inside her elbow and thought, ‘Hey… she smells really different from the mean people who used to kick me… she has a real kitty smell… I can smell her other cat!’ But I was still so very scared to leave my nice clean cage. Next thing I knew I was taken from hand to hand to have something put on my throat. Then they put me in a very fancy cat carrier. Then I heard the BIG news about what they were going to do with me. Remember I told you the cat lady wanted someone to adopt me… but they were really going to do something else to me because no one would adopt me?

Pauletta came back from somewhere in the back room and said, ‘Well… you’ve (talking to the adopt-a-cat lady) made a lot of people happy… they were going to put the little kitty down because no one wanted to look after a sick kitty!’

‘Oh really? How horrible! Well, I’m glad I took her. She is so cute… and I love calicoes and she is the perfect for me.’

I thought, ‘Oh yes… me too!

Then there was a lot of crazy paper work that had to be done. Because the cat lady was so happy that I was finally adopted to a nice person who really wanted a kitty and understood kitties… she gave the adopt-a-cat-lady wet and dry food, all my meds and, me all for free. Everybody was so happy for me that I was going to a good home.

So… I was in the nice cat carrier and, I have to admit, it was very comfy. Then I finally arrived at a brand new place… brand new for me. Some lady came and made all these crazy high shrieks. Boy, I was glad when she finally stopped shrieking and glad she was not the adopt-a cat-lady. There was a bed…. I thought it was like a car… so I just ran down there and hid. Then the shrieking lady left, I was glad, and I was alone with the adopt-a-cat lady. Then she put on some really pretty music, which automatically calmed me down. She fed me first the wet and then the dry food… goody-goody. I had my very own litter box and a big one too. There were two kitty baskets but I didn’t go in any of them right away because I thought the other cats would come and tell to scram for it. There was a big window I could look out from. Boy… there were lots of people to look at, I could look at birds and trees and bushes. There were these big shelves I could jump on…  there was a lot of jumping places… great escapes from bad people or from anybody who wanted to kick me. And there were lots of plants to nibble on… yum my favorites!

 

0ctober 26, 2014

Ok… where were we? Oh yeah… adopted by this wonderful lady… the adopt-a-cat lady… and nibbling on her grass.. well… it was actually her rose plant that her little niece gave her gave her.

 When the adopt-a-cat lady saw me nibbling on her rose plant… she just looked at me with big eyes and said in a real loud voice, ‘Honeygirl, no, that was absolutely not good thing, no-no-no… sigh!’

Well… I just couldn’t resist nibbling on all her yummy plants. When I jumped I broke some of her things, I heard the crashing sounds, but that was an accident… actually everything I did was an accident but every time the adopt-a-cat-lady got mad at me I ran like the wind down under her bed where she couldn’t get to me… I was really afraid she’d kick me but she never did that…no… instead she got on the email and the phone and said to all her friends, ‘What shall I do!?!? I have an adorable kitty but she breaks everything and eats all my plants… none of my other cats have ever done this!?!?!?’

Then all her friends told her to take me back to the other place but she told everyone, ‘Oh no, no, no… I could absolutely never do such a thing….. NO… absolutely no!!!!’

But everyday I did something naughty things… I just couldn’t help it… it really was only an accident and just a little boo-boo. Then one day, remember we kitties, can read our peoples mind and we can even read what our people write in the email because we are super smart… and dogs too… in fact all animals are super smart and can understand what people are saying about them. Huh… isn’t that great??? Anyway… so adopt-a-cat lady was talking on the phone with her sister…. And this was the conversation they had… I heard every word and got super duper scared because I like living with my adopt-a-cat lady and didn’t want to go back to the cage place.

‘What shall I do with this little kitty?’ she told her sister, ‘I mean, she is a doll and very cute but she is so naughty! She eats my plants and breaks everything and jumps around like crazy… I’m going insane! I’m good to her and feed her and give her the medicine and everything! What shall I do? Today my pretty plant broke, the one with the blue flower and I asked Fia who broke it… well… Fia looked at me with innocent eyes and said that Honeygirl did it.’

‘I know this is hard but I think you should take the kitty back.’

‘Oh NO… I can’t do that!’

‘Yes you can… you’ve done all you could for her.’

‘Oh no… that is just too, too horrible… I would never ever forgive myself.’

Man… was this a heavy conversation to listen to. They had this conversation for a long time then it got worst.

Adopt-a-cat lady said, ‘Well, do you know of anyone who could take Honeygirl?’

‘Kurt would take the kitty but he might forget to give her the medicine.

 

November 2,2014

Hi guys,

So where did I leave off… oh yes… the adopt-a-cat lady complaining about how naughty I was and asking her sister if she knew of someone who could keep me because, I hate to say this again, I was getting too naughty and rambunctious for the adopt-a-cat lady. So the sister mentioned that maybe the Kurt guy could keep me but he might forget to give me my meds.

Then adopt-a-cat lady said, ‘Oh no, no, no, no… Honeygirl must, absolutely must, take her medicine or she could die!!! No, no, no. Why can I remember to give Honeygirl her medicine and he can’t?’

‘Well… he has a lot on his mind.’

‘But I have lot on my mind too but I can remember something like this?’

‘Well… he has a lot on his mind.’

‘Oh. Thank you but I’ll have to think about giving Honeygirl to Kurt. You know, I have to get off the phone because I have so much to do.’

‘OK and good luck!’

She emailed a few more friends about what should she do… and everybody emailed her back and told her to send me back to where I came from but she, my angel, emailed them all back and said ‘ Oh no, no, no… I could NEVER do such a terrible thing as to return her back.’ Then adopt-a-cat lady remembered the water spray bottle that she used for the plants and she decided that she’d spray me whenever I got too naughty. So she put it out on the floor for me to look at and told me that if I ever got too naughty and ate or even thought of playing with her beautiful orchids that she’d spray me crazy wild… oh no I thought. But she never did spray me with that red bottle… no… she continued to always feed me and give me a nice clean litter box and a nice bowl with clean water, and what surprised me the most, was that she never-never kicked me like the other family would have done or sent me back to the other place where she adopted me. A few times when I couldn’t help myself… she’d take the spray bottle and yell out, ‘Ah, ah, ah… no-no Honeygirl… you may absolutely not do that!!!’ I just kept living with her and she never sent me back to that horrible family or to the cage place with the cat lady and, boy oh boy, was I glad.

Now there is something that I do want to say. In the beginning I was still so unsure of everything and I still didn’t know adopt-a-cat lady too well and I still wasn’t too sure about sleeping on her cozy bed… I never got to sleep on anybody’s bed before… so I always slept under adopt-a-cat lady’s bed but not right under the bed… no… I crawled right between the bottom of her bed and the under-the-bed linen. When I did this… man oh man… did it drive adopt-a- cat lady really crazy, and I mean CRAZY, because whenever I did this…she couldn’t see me… and Mr. Kitty had just died just as he was having a nice evening snooze in his basket. So she thought that if I went down under her bed like that… well… I might just stop breathing and die too… after all… I do have a heart problem and adopt-a-cat lady never had a kitty with a heart problem before. Poor adopt-a-cat lady thought I’d die. Boy… I never had someone worry about me so much as this lady! Well… I guess if you’ve never had a kitty, with a heart problem before, then you worry all the time. Boy, she was so worried when I went down there one time… and boy did she spray me with the water bottle and she even cut the under-the-bed linen so that she could see me better… so I guess she had decided to love me. I was very touched… nobody has ever loved me before. I was still shy and unsure of getting on top of her bed though… but one day she put a soft jacket there and I jumped on it and lay on the soft jacket and loved it. She said that the jacket had once belonged to Mr. Kitty but now it was for me.

I remember she always told me in the beginning, ‘Honeygirl, this is your home… this is your bed and I’m your new Mommy.’

It took me awhile to get used to everything but eventually I did get used to everything and I stopped calling her the adopt-a-cat lady… I started calling her my Mommy and sometimes my kitty godmother and Mr. Kitty was right… she was my angel the day she adopted me… and she is still my angel.

Now this is not the end of my journal… oh no man… it’s gonna go on and on… so keep on reading. I was just telling you how my Mommy adopted me from the Animal, Care and Control.

January 11, 2015

Well… I haven’t written in my journal for a long time because my Mommy, who types all this down for me has been very busy. No one really knows how busy she gets but she always has a lot to do and gets very tired out. Actually… something that Mr. Kitty and I have talked about to each other… no one really knows much about my Mommy… only her kitties seem to know more about her… I guess it’s because we love her so much and she is so good to us.

But let me tell you about her little niece… the one Mr. Kitty called the Little Person but I call her the Little Girl because she is not as little as she was when Mr. Kitty first knew her and she is not a little tornado as she used to be when Mr. Kitty first met her. He told me that Little Person was extremely loud, noisy and very jumpy… always running back and forth in the apartment. He told me that his place of great safety was in my Mommy’s closet or in the bathroom cupboard with all the toothpaste and creams or in the kitchen cupboard with all the cleaning things and once Little Person had even petted him and all this made him go pretty hysterical and nervous and he just made a scram for it. He still wasn’t quite sure about Little Person or what to make of her and he simply couldn’t understand how his beloved Mommy could actually love such a jumpy, loud, squely thing like Little Person. He told me that when Little Person had first petted him that her little hands had felt so silky and soft like feathers and as he wasn’t used to this nice soft touch from anyone else but from Mommy… he just felt he had to buzz off somewhere. But after that first pet from Little Person he started to like her more and he tried his hardest to get used to Little Person but when she went back home to her Mommy he was always so happy and relieved to be alone with his Mommy… who is now my Mommy.

So Little Person, who I call Little Girl, is very different now. She is still a little tornado but a little quieter… I guess. I’m not shy like Mr. Kitty… he told me that he was so shy or so scared that he’d always run for the closet and when he heard the Fourth of July fireworks, which terrified him beyond anything, he scampered to the bathroom cupboard and that was THE safest place in the world… for him. Not me… now that I’ve gotten used to everything here and know my Mommy loves and always feeds me and gives me a clean bowl of water and a clean litter box and will never send me back to the other place… I can handle any noise… the Little Girl, the fireworks, the ambulance and police siren, car noises, screaming and yelling and loud firemen guys walking by, dogs barking and the whole shmear… yes… I’m a real tough-y but I’m a sweet girl kitty.

So let me tell you some things about Little Girl. Little Girl doesn’t come all the time but when she does this is what she does. After hugging and kissing her Aunty, my Mommy, she always pets me if I stay still. It’s very, very, very, hard for me to stay still because her little hands are so super soft and super sweet that I just have to run a little away for a bit because I feel so-so-so-so thrilling happy that she’s here. Little Girl has real animal trust, just like my Mommy has, she has that really special touch that only true animal lovers have. In Little Girl’s kindergarten class they have a school bunny called M… He bites all the kids but not Little Girl because she has the true gentle touch. Well… after the petting she plays with her things and has snack. She keeps my Mommy really-really-really busy. She is a very lively little girl, great chatterbox (like my Mommy) and loves skipping everywhere. I love getting attention from my Mommy but when Little Girl is here… I don’t get all my Mommy’s attention or the treats because all of Mommy’s attention really goes to Little Girl but it’s OK because I know my Mommy loves me and when Little Girl finally goes to sleep then my Mommy will lie on her bed, with me on it, and pet me for a long time and when Little Girl goes home then I’ll be alone again with my precious Mommy. I love Little Girl but all the attention part goes to her and that part…well… I’m not so thrilled about. So… after Little Girl’s snack and all her stuff she takes a bath while my Mommy gets the dinner ready for both of them. Oh… I forgot to say what my Mommy does before she gets dinner ready for her and Little Girl… I can’t forget this because it’s one of the most important event. My Mommy feeds me my dinner… first the meds… then a little wet food… then a little dry food, that’s my favorite and then— oops… gotta run… she’s making my dinner right now.

February 2, 2015

Oh, hi! It’s been a while. There is so much to say… I don’t know where to begin. I thought I’d tell you about my Window Friend, the man who walks around the courtyard that’s right in front of my window. About three or four times a day he likes to walk around and around the courtyard. I don’t know his name or anything and my Mommy doesn’t know his name either but early in the morning, and in the afternoon and in the early evening he walks around the courtyard and loves to looks at me, from outside the window where he stands, for a long time when I’m sitting by the inside of my big windows in the kitchen and he throws flowers and twigs towards me. Man…I get so excited when he does this and I play with him kukuk crazy, but he stops whenever he sees my Mommy coming and pretends like he never saw me and goes on with his walks… and I don’t know why he stops but I just continue gazing at him all the time until he stops and continues looking at me again and sometimes he talks in Chinese to me… it’s really very nice of him to do this but I really don’t know what he’s trying to say to me. My Mommy doesn’t know why he stops walking or looking at me but she always knows how happy I get when he walks around the courtyard. But one day the walks stopped… and my Mommy could feel how very sad I was not to see my window friend. She said, ‘Oh Honeygirl sweetie, I’m so sorry that your friend is not here… I know this makes you sad but there’s a lot of other nice people that you can see and watch through the window… honey… you have lots of admirers. I know it’s hard but you can do it sweetie-pie.’ I make a lot of nice friends through the windows and who I think are very nice, however they do come and go but my good Window Friend always stays for a long time. What would I do without my lovely Mommy who is always there, I mean ALWAYS with me and never goes away for too long. She does go away somewhere to visit her little niece, I guess this must be Little Girl, but she always comes back to her Honeygirl. She is such a comfort to me and we always have snuggle time. Well, then one day my Window Friend came back and my Mommy said, ‘Oh, your friend is here, Honeygirl!’ Then I ran to the window and watched him!’ But one day it really stopped for a very, very, long time and even though I sat right by the window waiting for him to come back… my Window Friend never came and I got very sad but my Mommy told me to just make other Window Friends. I did but I was still on the lookout for my special Window Friend. Then one day, in the afternoon, my Mommy said, ‘Oh look… there’s your friend but… oh… he has a cane… either he fell or he must have diabetes in his feet… on the sole of his foot… this is very painful.’ I couldn’t really run to look because, well, I was eating my dinner but after eating my dinner I jumped right up onto the windowsill and looked for my Window Buddy and there he was. Then he stopped coming again for a really long, long, time and even my Mommy wondered where he was… he hoped he hadn’t died. Just when I thought he’d never return and I almost forgot to look for him… I saw him but this time he changed… I mean, not him but he had something with him… a big thing… something he could lean on and push. My Mommy told me that it was an orange sit up chair with wheels on the bottom that he could carry with him wherever he went. He only looked at me quickly and then moved on, my Mommy was there too doing something in the kitchen. When he sat on the orange chair then he’d look at me but he didn’t throw any flowers or twigs to me. In fact… he doesn’t seem to walk as much as he used to. He walks in the late afternoon… mostly when my Mommy is about to give me dinner and then and when I’ve finished eating and jump on the windowsill my Window Friend is already gone. It’s kind of sad. But there is another man who watches for me and if I’m by the window he always waves to me for a long time and he waves at my Mommy too.

 

February 15, 2015

My Window Friend is back but he comes at different hours. Before I always knew when he’d come but now I never know when he’s going to show up. Whenever my Mommy walks into the kitchen then he does his odd thing… he scampers off. And he’s has only thrown me one flower and no twigs but he always says his quiet ‘hi’ to me. My Mommy’s right, I do have lots of admirers and I love to look at the birds and the dragonflies and the bees. I even like to look at those big four legged pets that other people have… dogs. I don’t like them in the house… then I jump up on the shelves and hide or I very gently hide my body but let my head stick out so that I can see who is coming… a dog or a strange person. Once, I couldn’t believe it, I was so scared, but my Mommy let a big dog in and she even hugged and kissed him… I could honestly not believe my kitty eyes… she actually loved him! Boy… was I happy when he left. A loud person came and got him. The Loud Person, and she was so loud, said ‘hi’ to me but I wouldn’t dare come down. Man, was that a totally scary afternoon and was I SO glad when the Big Dog and Loud Person left and then I came down but my Mommy was not at all ruffled by this really spooky and loud afternoon… no… she very calmly got me my dinner ready and said, ‘Isn’t Gus (the dog) a real sweetie? I know you got a little scared of him because he’s so big but you’ll get used to him, honey.’ And me… what where my thoughts on this? ‘No way, Mommy… I love you Mommy but you must be crazy to love Gus… that big barking thing!’

 

April 13, 2015

Well… it’s been a while again but let me tell you about my Mommy. OK… well… she never goes away for too long… right? So… one day…  she was still at home with me but she took this relatively big black thing out of her closet and I immediately thought, ‘Uh-oh…what’s this… what’s going on here… huh?!?!’. I certainly did not like the looks of this. Back when I lived with that mean family… with the people who liked kicking me around… they also had a big thing like that but it wasn’t black… it was a dark muddy green and very dirty and really smelly. Well, my Mommy’s big thing was not dirty or smelly at all but it was really scary for me to look at because I thought she’d had enough of me and wanted to put me in the big thing (suitcase) and throw me in the bathtub with the water running. That’s what the mean people did to me once but I somehow scurried out of the bathtub and fled to the garage and hid in the darkest corner and didn’t come out until the next day… boy…. did I hate it there. But no… that’s not what my Mommy did… instead she put some clothes in there. Whew… I was so happy about not being put into the suitcase and thrown into the bathtub but I was very nervous about all this suitcase business and her putting clothes in there and nothing was feeling good or right. I thought, ‘Why is she putting all those clothes in there… and look at all those socks she wants to take with her… mmm… is she leaving me alone… doesn’t she love me anymore… haven’t I been a good girl kitty? I know I drove her crazy when I first came to live with her but I was just a wee kit’ back then and wasn’t so sure about anything and… sigh… oh no… what have I done wrong to deserve all this?’ So I went under my Mommy’s bed to let my sadness flow to the island of somewhere… I just couldn’t believe my Mommy didn’t love me anymore. Boy… this was all so deeply sad and weird but, as if she had read my mind, she said when she got the big black thing out, ‘Honeygirl sweetie… I have to go to New York and visit Athena and Alistair and their Mommy and Daddy and their Grandma and everybody but I’ll be home soon and Pauletta and Maria will feed you. I have everything organized for you… honey. Pauletta will feed you in the morning and Maria will feed you in the late afternoon. You know Pauletta… right? She’s the nice cat sitter. And she won’t bring Misty… that’s what she told me but who knows. And Maria is very very nice… you will just love her. Honeygirl… you’ll be just fine. And I’ll be thinking of you everyday and talking about you constantly… OK?’ Well… I was so relieved when she said all this and she said this everyday while she was still here, so I wouldn’t forget what she’d said to me. Boy… I sure have a good Mommy. But then that awful and fateful day arrived and… uhh… gotta go. I’ll tell you the rest next time.

 

April 28, 2015

Golly… it’s been a long time but my writing is so snail-slow and my Mommy, who normally does the writing for me, has been really busy.

So… let’s go back to when my Mommy took the big black thing out of her closet and began packing for her trip to New York City. Well… like a good Mommy she and true to her words… she continued to tell me everyday how she’d be thinking of me and so on and so forth. Then after she said all those nice things to me I’d feel a whole lot better.

Then, oh man, was that a hard day for me, the door bell rang and this big guy and tall lady came and said, ‘Oh hi there… so are your ready to go to the airport?’ I dashed under the bed… my real safety haven and heard my Mommy say ‘Yes… I’m all set.’ Then I could hear my Mommy turn around and saying to me one last, ‘Goodbye honey! Oh, where are you, honey? Oh, I guess she’s hiding under the bed again… sigh. Now I can’t give my Honeygirl a goodbye kiss goodbye… tsk. Well, goodbye my sweetie… Mommy will be home very soon.’ Then the door closed and everything was quiet until late afternoon when Maria came to feed me my dinner and play with me.

Normally… when my Mommy goes to see Little Girl, her little niece, she goes for one night only and comes back the very next day. But this time it was different… my Mommy was gone for many, many days and even though I looked out the window to see if I could see her and listen really hard at the door being opened by her I was always so disappointed. It was never her nice Mommy smell… nope... it was always a Maria or Pauletta smell and once it was even the Misty smell but it was never, never, never the Mommy smell. I was getting a little worried that my Mommy wasn’t going to ever back come back to me again… the days went by so molasses slow except for when Maria andd Pauletta came in to feed me and play with me. But the time Misty, that overly happy and jumpy little barking do, I jumped right up to the highest kitchen shelf… almost to the ceiling. I sure like Pauletta but I am so not cool with Misty. Although Misty is always tethered to something in the hallway, I can always and surely smell her Misty smell. That day Misty was making me extra nervous and I wasn’t sure if her barking was a happy bark or a mad bark… I just wanted my Mommy to come home. But when my Mommy didn’t come back after the long weekend then I got REALLY, REALLY worried and I’d thought that I’d have to go live with those really horrible people again… you know… the ones who loved kicking me. Nice Maria and nice Pauletta noticed how sad I was getting and told 0me over and over again that Mommy was coming back soon but soon didn’t sound like soon to me. So… I got really very depressed and couldn’t eat my baby medicine food or my wet food or my dry food and Pauletta, who was the one giving me my baby medicine food, got very worried too. Yeah… my Mommy leaving for so long wasn’t such a great idea… I think.

But then one night, it seemed like a million and zillion years later, I heard the key rattling and the door opened and my Mommy, with her lovely Mommy smell, came in with that big black thing and yelled out, ‘Oh… hi honey… Mommy’s home!!! Where’s my baby??? Oh honey-bunny!!!!’ And so my big kitty worries were over… finally. I hope she never, ever goes away again!

 

June 7, 2015

Hey, let’s talk about feelings. This is a great subject and a lot of people, not kitty or dog or animal lovers, know that we kitties have a lot of feelings. Dogs have A lot of feelings too but I’m not specially a dog lover. When I was a little kitty and out all day…. Those big dogs would chase me and I scrammed to highest tree When I lived with the mean people who loved kicking us young and old kitties around… they never had any feelings or understanding about us and they sure sdidn’t know how scared we were of them and their nasty feet that could really hurt us. Oops… gotta go! We’ll have to get back to that one later… the ‘feeling’ stuff feeling part soon.

 

June 14, 2015

Man oh man… have I got something awful to tell you all!!!! Boy… it was a real nightmare of a journey… a truly horrible, ghastly, alarming, abysmal and dreadful day… and grim too… yeah… totally grim. It began all like a normal day and my nice Mommy was nice as usual but then suddenly she was all mean and started to grab me and … man… was I startled like lightning and I scratched her face, I didn’t mean to, but I got so scared and then we both fell down on the kitchen floor, that really terrified me and as soon as I got my chance I made a scram as fast as I could under her bed. All I could think was, ‘What ever happened to my nice and gentle Mommy… why is she being so mean to me today… why is she hurting my feelings so and hurting my heart… what is going on here or has she turned into a witch?’ While I was under the bed… things got super quiet suddenly and I could hear my Mommy say, ‘Ouch, my elbow. Oh my face… uh blood… better get some Neosporin… sigh…I really do not like this SPCA Day at all.’ So she walked to the bathroom and then into the kitchen to sweep up the mess we had both made… my little white bowl had apparently come crashing to the floor when we both had that crash on the kitchen floor. Then I heard my Mommy coming to me again and looking for me under the bed saying in a nice voice, ‘Oh honey… I’m so sorry… I didn’t want to scare you but you have to go into the cat carrier… sweetie… I know you’re not going to like this one bit but we have to do this… you’re going to see the doctor and have your check up and your echocardiogram… oh honey… please be cooperative pleasssssse.’ And then to herself, ‘Boy, I truly hate all this… I’ll be so happy when the day is over… I knew my Honeygirl would not like any of this!’ Then back to me in her sweetest but sad voice, ‘Oh honey… come on… we have to get this over with sweetie-pie… I know you absolutely don’t like this… I don’t like this either.’

But first I’ve got to give you the date of when this most hideous and horrific day all began and also explain of how my Mommy did tell me about when this awful upcoming day would arrive. OK… it began a few days ago… June eleventh… what a truly stressful day it was for both of us… and my Mommy had been telling the SPCA guys for days and days, and me too, that I was due to go to the vet and get a check-up and an echocardiogram all on the same day but… well… you know how it is… we kitties and SPCA guys get so busy and never really listen to all this stuff. I don’t really think about this stuff too… I think about more important stuff… things like food and play and looking out the window and sleep and finding comfy spots to sleep in or to lounge in… you know... all the important kitty stuff. Naw… we just think about the good things… like getting lots of treats and being cuddled and petted and lying around the house all day in the sun in super comfy places and escaping the un-comfy spots and having lots of toys, especially ping pong balls, and having someone around to remember to feed us and give us fresh water and give us more cuddles and love and we, in return, love these people with all our kitty hearts. So when I was under the bed on that scary day… the vet day… I suddenly remembered everything my Mommy had said to me many days ago about going to the vet. But… on the vet day… I was so scared about everything that I didn’t want to do anything and so I decided to be really, really stubborn about not getting into the cat carrier and boy was I good and stubborn but I was very very upset about everything and about what ever happened to my nice Mommy.

OK… so I finally got into the cat carrier after a whole hour of pure frustration from my Mommy… she was really scaring me. But when I got into the cat carrier I thought, ‘Oh. . This is cat carrier is quite a comfy one… not so bad after all.’ But I was still so scared and I could smell my Mommy’s sweet sweat and exhaustion and she said, ‘Sigh… finally in… what a to do.’ Then to me, ‘See, honey, it is quite a comfy cat carrier. Boy… all this running around was NOT good for your heart…next year we’re going to do this differently.’ Then we just sat there in total silence. I think my Mommy was just totally whipped with exhaustion. Then she said, ‘OK… Samantha will be here soon to drive us to the vet. Boy, will I be SO glad when this most horrible day is over… luckily it only happens once a year!’

Then Samantha came and I could hear my Mommy chatting away with her in the car while I sat in the cat carrier on my Mommy’s lap. I could hear my Mommy telling Samantha how very difficult it had been to put me in the cat carrier. Samantha just said, ‘Aw… poor baby. But she knows that you’re looking after her… keeping her healthy?’ ‘Yes but I can NEVER EVER put Honeygirl in the cat carrier like I did earlier because it really scared her a lot and she scratched my face and then I slipped on the kitchen floor and fell which truly scared my poor baby to no end.’

 I was kind of glad to be on my Mommy’s lap but I was so scared and worried and very… very… nervous about what might happen next… I kept my mouth shut and never said miao once … I was so frightened and deathly worried that my Mommy was going to sent me back to the horrible people, you know the ones who used to kick me, and had decided to not keep me anymore. When we kitties get scared and sad we can’t think straight. Boy… it was a killer of a day let me tell you! I could hear Samantha and my Mommy talking about how awful the traffic was but everything was starting to get fuzzy for me & so I didn’t care at all about the traffic… I just didn’t want my Mommy to not send me away.

Then we got to the hospital and we, my Mommy and I followed one of those blue people, I call them blue people because they dress only in blue, into a quiet room with none of that loud barking but everything became one gigantic blur for me and I can’t remember what exactly happened but I do know that the doctor, when she came in, said that the staff, or whoever had done the appointment for us forgot to add in that I needed to also have my echocardiogram. For a minute there... I was really happy about the staff forgetting to add that in but then the doc said she’d see if we could still get the echocardiogram done that day anyway and my Mommy said in a very happy and gleeful voice, ‘Oh yes… that would be great!’ And… I thought, ‘Oh no… let’s just forget about that for once and go home.’ Boy, this was not a fun day at all! Then the doc went out to see if she could find the right guy to talk to about getting me an echocardiogram in for that day. The doctor lady was very nice and had a gentle touch like my Mommy and Little Girl… except my Mommy wasn’t so nice and gentle to me on that most horrible that day.

Then a man, I guess the right guy for getting me an echocardiogram, came in and told my Mommy that she could leave me here, at the hospital, and maybe this emergency doc could perform the echocardiogram on me or sedate me and have me stay the night at the hospital but it was really up to my Mommy. Boy… did my Mommy freak out when she heard about possibly having me sedated and staying overnight. Well… this was a real dilemma for my Mommy… so my Mommy went to get Samantha, who is a very un-dilemma person, and asked her what she ought do and Samantha said in her real un-dilemma voice ‘Well... why don’t you leave Honeygirl at the vet hospital and hopefully they can get the echocardiogram done for her today and then when you pick her up this afternoon… you can take her home… you’re going to have a ride for this afternoon with Dina anyway. Does this sound OK to you?’

‘But what if they can’t get the echocardiogram done today?’

‘Oh… I think they’ll work very hard to get this done.’

Oh… gotta go but will continue very soon!

 

       June 21, 2015

OK… I’m back. So… where did I leave off? Oh yes…  whether I ought to stay at the hospital because they might get this echocardiogram done… oh man… my heart sank deeper and deeper when I heard Samantha giving my Mommy this suggestion. I just wanted to go home and forget the whole fiasco. But Mommy thought that this, Samantha’s idea, was a great idea and so my Mommy left me at the hospital. But before my Mommy left the hospital she told the appointment guy that on no circumstances was the emergency doc allowed to sedate me or let me stay overnight in the hospital. So… and this part I did not like and neither did my Mommy… my Mommy said, ‘Good bye, honey doll, be a sweet girl.’ But I could hear my Mommy’s voice getting all crackly and choked up and telling Samantha how she hated leaving me here at the hospital. Yeah… I didn’t like it either.

Well… they put me in another quiet kitty room with no barking noises and funny smells and they left me in my cat carrier forever… I mean forever… but also I felt safest in there and it was very comfy inside the cat carrier… but I was sad and totally scared about what was going to happen to me next… and the man who had put me in the quiet room didn’t even hear my kitty sighs or see my kitty tears. Finally someone came in and gave me some treats, which I wouldn’t eat because… well… my Mommy wasn’t there, this other personand the emergency doc took me out of the cat carrier. The person… it wasn’t my nice lady doc with the gentle touch but it was someone like her… put me on a metal table and I thought, ‘Oh boy… here we go again… they’re going to do some more yucky stuff on me! Well… this time I’m NOT going to be a good girl because I’m sad and scared because my Mommy isn’t here!’ There was another person with a stick or something… that must have been the emergency doc… they gently tried to hold me down but, because I was feeling really depressed and hurt and wanted my Mommy back so badly, I decided to stick all my claws out of my velvety paws and scratch anybody who tried to get near me, I’m really great at this, and just continue to do this until my Mommy returned for me. Well… that really did it… the two people couldn’t do the echocardiogram on me… I guess that’s what they wanted to do to me… which I guess was the big stuff.

Then… I don’t know how this happened but I felt a Mommy touch in my heart and knew that Mommy was in the building somewhere. Then after a while I thought I could hear my Mommy saying, ‘Oh no!!!!,’ in her loud voice. I guess she heard the bad news… that I hadn’t behaved… I do remember her saying that it was so important for me to get the echocardiogram done that day. Honestly… I love my Mommy but… I didn’t think that having the echocardiogram, on that day or any other day, was such a big deal. Well… because I was so glad that my Mommy was finally back and had returned for me… I decided to keep my sharp claws in my paws and not scratch the guys anymore and let them do continue doing the echocardiogram stuff on me which, by the way, wasn’t so yucky after all. So the man with the stick called this other person and told him or her that I had finally calmed down and that they were going to do the echocardiogram without sedating me, whatever that means, and without having me sleep overnight in the hospital… well to think of it my Mommy wouldn’t ever leave me overnight. So… one person just gently but firmly held onto me and the other person, the one with the stick (wand for ultrasound,) just stood over me, very gingerly, and simply stood there waving the stick back and forth and kept turning some funny looking red knobs. It was all done in a jiffy… goody-goody! I thought, ‘Well… that wasn’t as bad as I had thought. Then…

Oh… gotta go but I might be back soon!

 

Same day

OK… I am back.

So… back to the hospital story. Well… the hospital guys finished up with the echocardiogram stuff, put me back in the cat carrier and FINALLY brought me back to my Mommy, who still loved me, and boy was I glad the vet visit was over and I could go back home. I could feel my Mommy’s was super glad too. I heard my Mommy and the man with the stick, but he didn’t have the stick with him, talk about me. But I could feel how my Mommy was thrilled to have me back. And boy was I more thrilled that she never brought me back to those horrible people who loved kicking me and putting me in the bath… just to scare me! Then we, Dina, Mommy and me, all got into Dina’s car, but I didn’t get to sit on Mommy’s lap like in Samantha’s car. I sat in the back where it was all flat but I was feeling content and relaxed because I could hear my Mommy’s voice… but I still would not miau because I didn’t want my Mommy to ever think that I was a naughty kitty because I had tried to scratch the hospital guys earlier. Then we FINALLY arrived at home and I FINALLY got to jump out of the cat carrier and walk around. Man oh man… was I happy to be at home!!! My kitty box was clean, the water in my water bowl had fresh water and my Mommy fed and everything was the same as always… oh what a good life I have!!! My Mommy was SO glad that the day was over… apparently she had been dreading this SPCA day for weeks and months. She kept saying, ‘Boy am I thrilled that this hideous day is over and I am so, so, so dreadfully sorry, Honeygirl my baby doll, that I had to put you in the cat carrier that way. Next year we’ll do this differently!’ Yeah… and I was sure glad to be back home and staying overnight NOT in the hospital… no… I slept all night in my favorite spot… right on my Mommy’s bed!

February 21, 2016

Hello everybody!

Hope the New Year is a blast for you all as it is for me!!!! My life is so content, very relaxed in all my cozy corners, good food and plenty of water and best of all my mommy hasn’t gone anywhere… I mean she goes here and there for the day but she always comes back and we have cuddle and snuggle time. So that’s why you haven’t heard from me much lately… my life is so peachy perfect but the other day my mommy yelled at me. When we have snuggle time I get so happy that I bite or scratch and I cannot… absolutely cannot… control this habit of mine and I guess I bit her too hard. Boy… she doesn’t like it at all. I guess it hurts her. First she says a loud ‘Ouch’ and then she says really loud ‘No Honeygirl!’ Then I scram. Then I hear my Mommy saying in a real lovey-dovey and sorry-like voice, ‘Oh Honey… I love you but no bity-bity… only lovey-dovey… OK… honey-pie?’ After a while I gingerly jump on the bed and we continue to snuggle while my Mommy’s watching the news but then she always falls asleep.

       I always look out the window and I see my favorite friend with the orange thing but now he isn’t walking with the orange thing anymore… now it’s a black thing but we’re cool because he always looks at me and smiles. There was another man who walked by a lot and smiled even more at me but I don’t see him much anymore… my Mommy told me that he moved to the family building… oh well… he wasn’t my favorite buddy… he was nice but not like my favorite buddy with the orange thing that is now a black thing.

       I have to say though that the windows are really very, very dirty and it’s even driving my Mommy crazy. The maintenence guys should be cleaning the outside part ‘cause it’s dripping with paint, but the cleaning guys have been busy.

 

April 10, 2016

Hi!

So it’s has been a long time since my Mommy has had time to write for me in my journal.

       First I have to tell you all that my life is very comfortable lifestyle & I get lots of love and luxurious comfort and I don’t get so scared or nervous anymore. I live in great peace and my Mommy is the best but once something did happen. So I’m going to tell you all about that.

       Around March tenth my Mommy got that ugly black thing out… you know… the suitcase. She told me that she was going to Swizterland and that she hated leaving me but that she just had to go and see all her friends and see the country and so on and so forth. And I said, ‘Sigh… but if you hate leaving me then why go at all?’ And she said, ‘But I have to go, I just have to go… honey bunny.’ And I said, ‘Sigh!’ My Mommy had been telling me for a long time that she might be going to Swizterland but she didn’t know when. I thought, ‘Maybe never!’

       Well… she decided to go on March Thirteenth until March Tirdieth and she told me that she’d be away for seventeen days but I didn’t listen… we kitties don’t count the days… one day can be like a hundred days to us. We just wait and wait and wait for our beloved humans to come back to us. But my Mommy told me that I’d be in good hands. She told me who was coming in the morning and who was coming in the late afternoon. She bought me my favorite kind of food and everything was peachy and well organized for me but I was so not cool about this at all. My Mommy told me that she’d back soon but…

       Well… that awful day arrived and boy, did she go out the door. I wondered how long seventeen days would or could be. Would it be long or would it be short? She said goodbye to me and blew many kisses my way but I couldn’t understand why she was leaving me in the first place if she loved me so much. And why go to Swizterland? What was so cool about that place? My Mommy is very weird sometimes.

       That evening was cold and lonely but Atty came to feed me and stayed with me for a while and gave me lots of treats. I never saw her again but Amela and Ela always came to feed me and stayed with me for a long time playing or just petting me… I did like that and always looked forward to their coming.

But I waited and waited and waited for my Mommy to come home. The nights were the coldest and I was so lonely. I kept having funny dreams that she was never going to come back… on those nights I woke up and jumped on the highest bookshelf and cried for my Mommy really loud but no one ever heard me and my Mommy never came to get me. Then one night I thought I heard her telling me that she’d be back real soon. The days were better when Amela and Ela came. I tried to tell them about my sadness but they are not like my Mommy... Mommy has a special bond and can always understand me. Really guys… having my Mommy as a Mommy is like winning the jackpot.

Then one day, in the afternoon, when Amela was supposed to come… I heard the key make that funny rattley noise… that Mommy noise… and guess what… it was MY MOMMY!!! And she called me and came running to me and never stopped kissing and petting me and she kept saying, ‘Oh… I’m so happy to see you in one piece, honey bunny!!!!’ I was so, so happy to have my Mommy back. She didn’t forget me after all. She fed me and gave me clean water and gave me my meds and that night she slept in her bed and I got to snuggle near her foot on my special cozy nighty blanket. I was so, so, so, happy to have her back and I know she was thrilled to be with me again… I could feel it!

Well… I have more to tell you guys but gotta go for now!

 

April 11, 2016

OK I’m back like I said I would.

Yeah… so in this chapter I just want to explain about how very homesick I got while my Mommy was away and about the emotions we kitties and dogs get ‘cause many folks, out there, don’t think animals have any feelings.

Like I said… the saddest part was at night when my sweet Mommy was not in her bed. I tried so hard to go to sleep on her bed but my nightie blanket wasn’t there on the bed and my Mommy’s feet weren’t there either. Because of this I’d wake up really early… it was still dark outside… and I’d jump on the highest bookshelf, there is a lot of jumping spaces around here, and I’d cry really loud… I thought if I could yowled my loudest then my Mommy’s voice would say, ‘Oh Honeygirl, you’re OK!’ But I never heard anything… so I cried and cried and cried. Then I decided to kick all my play balls that are supposed to be around my scratching post but my balls were never there… I guess Amela forgot to collect them and put them around my scratching post. I thought, Ahhhh… I love Amela but she is so not like my Mommy.’ My Mommy would collect all my play balls and put them all nice and neatly around my scratching post. Then I’d start thinking, ‘WHY did my Mommy ever leave me?’ Then I’d just go back to my Mommy’s empty bed… curl up, cry my inside cry and wait until Ela or Amela came to feed me. When they came then I was a little happy… but only a little bit happy.

OK… emotions. Think of it as a Feeling Wheel. In the wheel there is a circle and in the circle are the six main triangles. Each triangle has a name and those names are the number One Emotions that we kitties and dogs most feel. So… the names are ‘sad’ and ‘joyful’, ‘mad’ and ‘powerful’ and ‘scared’ and ‘peaceful.’ Outside that main circle with the six triangle is a bigger circle with more names on it and outside that second circles with more names on it is an even bigger circle with bigger and longer names on it. But we’ll just stick to that little circle, the main circle with the six triangles on it (the Number One Emotions,) or we’ll get all mixed up with too many names. Got it… guys?

When my Mommy is here then I, of course, feel very ‘peaceful’ and ‘joyful’ and ‘powerful.’

‘Peaceful’ as in … I know my Mommy loves me, I know she trusts and me and I totally trust her and I’m so tremendously cool just to hang out with her and I know that she is totally cool just to hang out with me. When she goes away for the day or for one or two nights... then I know she’ll always come back to me.

‘Powerful’ as in… I am very faithful to her and I know I’m very, very, very important to her and super, super, duper appreciated by her she to me and if I need her to rub my tummy or pet me or feed me she will always know because she is my All Knowing Mommy and I don’t have to command her… nope… all I just have to do is look at her with my endearing eyes and my charming face.

‘Joyful’ as in… I feel very cheerful when she’s here, I feel very energetic when she’s just puttering in the house… watering the plants… writing her latest story or just folding the laundry or vacuuming or doing the dishes and putting all my play balls, which are scattered everywhere, around my tall scratching post.

But, of course, when my Mommy is not here and does not come home for a long, long, long time then I start to feel ‘sad’ and ‘mad’ and ‘scared.’

‘Sad’ is in… I begin to feel depressed and lonely and bothered and ashamed… ashamed I think she might not love me anymore or maybe I’m not cute enough for her or for anybody… and oh… I begin to feel not sure about anything.

‘Mad’ as in… I begin to feel hurt and snubbed and kind of angry and I’m thinking no one loves me anymore and I feel so slapped in the face by my Mommy and everyone else… but that thought goes away the minute Ela and Amela are here to feed me and play with me.

And ‘scared’ as in… insecure… I keep on thinking ‘Why am at home all alone… ‘Where is my Mommy and is she ever coming home and why does she have to go away so loooooong… sigh?’ And then I start feeling anxious and worried and then I get all panicky and think that I have to go and live with that horrible family again… you know… the ones who loved kicking me. Ahhh this is no fun life… I think.

But I always get happy when I see Ela and Amela. But when I hear the key just going into the doorknob then I know it’s not Mommy… no she always rattles the key and the doorknob aand bangs the door widew open and always screams, in her tingly and sweet voice, ‘HONEYGIRL!’ But when she came home on that grweat day in the aaft ernoon… she not only rattled the keys and doorknob… she came barging in, suitcase-wind n- all, blari ng in her loudwest voice, ‘HONEYGIRL… HONEYGIRL I'M HOME!!!! WHERE ARE YOU, HONEY???’ I yelled, wich means Mommy and went right into my cozy cubby so she could kiss and pet me over and over again.

September 11, 2016

Hello there!

It’s been a while but my life here is really so very peaceful… well… there really is nothing worthwhile to write but there is something that did happen only a short while ago and that you should all know about and I want to tell you guys all about it because it might be of some interest to you… it would sure interest me to tell you all and I love watching Mommy making all her funny writing faces… you know… a snigger here and a snigger there.

Since the end of May my Mommy has been leaving my cat carrier out. I have absolutely no idea why it was out. It sort of made me a bit nervous though...only at first… I thought maybe my Mommy was getting a wee bit sick of me now that I’m not a cute kitty anymore and wanted to get rid of me or maybe she wants me to go back and live with that horrible family… you know… the ones who loved kicking me and putting me in the bathtub full of cold water.

But my Mommy who knows my every thought said to me, ‘Oh no, no, honey, bunny you are staying right here. This is your home… your forever home and I am your forever Mommy… OK… baby-doll? I would never, ever send you away or leave you on the streets! What a horrible Mommy I would be!’

       ‘Oh good… OK,’ said my head.

       So why was the cat carrier out then? Well… Mommy told me… as if she had honestly read my mind… it was out because she wanted me to get used to loving the kitty carrier because in September, not for a super long time though, we’d have to pay a visit at the hospital and see the nice veterinarian again and I’d have to get my yearly echocardiogram. Blah!

Well… I thought, ‘Mmmm.’

I wasn’t too keen about going to the vet and having all those people touch me again. But it was kind of fun having the cat carrier out. The best thing I liked was the door… sitting on the door, which was not zipped up, but lying on the floor. It had this nice scratchy thing on it and I loved sitting on it but I don’ know why and Mommy put all my soft mice toys there and the mouse… with the nice smelly stuff inside its tummy. They were a lot of fun to play with. And the other thing that I really liked a lot was the treats that Mommy put inside the cat carrier… that was my favorite part. As I went inside to get my treats I suddenly noticed how soft the carpet, inside my cat carrier was and I thought, ‘Uhhh… how nice!’ The funny thing was that I knew I’d been in this cat carrier before but I guess I was never too relaxed to enjoy the softness of the carpet.

Well… OK… but it was totally different on the day of my vet appointment. My vet appointment was September 1 and boy was that day. I made sure that I didn’t get into the cat carrier nicely… like my Mommy had asked me to do… nope… I was really very, very, terribly upset that I even had to go to the hospital at all, I mean I am so healthy already, and even more unsettled was I that someone else was trying to catch me to put me into the cat carrier… and, man oh man oh man, this sure made me even madder that my Mommy was holding the cat carrier in a different way so that once I got inside the cat carrier I couldn’t jump out of the cat carrier at all!!! Boy… not cool Mommy… not cool… so very un-Mommy-ish… Mommy is going to have to pay for this one!!!

But before that fiasco there was a different cat carrier story… one I’ll certainly never forget. It happened just before my Mommy’s friend, I think Dellen was her name, came to take my Mommy and me to the vet.

OK… well… Mommy and I have our little daily knick-knacks and one of them is that after Mommy washes the dishes she gives me a teeny tiny snack and a little tiny treaty. So… I love my teeny tiny snack and my little tiny treaty so very much and get all excited and run to the kitchen to get my teeny tiny snack and my little tiny treaty every time I hear my Mommy put all the dishes away. So… OK… on the vet day she put my little tiny treaty and my teeny tiny snack in my cat carrier and I… of course… dashed right into the cat carrier and munched away at all my yummies. Next thing I knew was that my beloved Mommy was zipping my little door shut. And me… what did I do… munch away at my snack??? No!!! I turned around and looked at my dearest Mommy in complete horror… with my eyes wide open… as if I were saying, ‘How could you do this to me… I am such a GOOD kitty???’

Well… luckily Mommy had trouble zipping the door shut so I was able to squeeze out of my cat carrier and run to the bottom of her bed where I knew Mommy couldn’t get me! I heard her say ‘Oh, Honeygirl! Well… Ellen will get you in the cat carrier.’

 And Mommy bustled on with this and that… always and constantly telling me that we only had to go to the vet for a check up and how SUPER DUPER important it was for me to get my echocardiogram done and bla bla bla. You see… I wasn’t really paying any attention to what Mommy was saying about how important it was for me to go to the vet and yadi yadi yadi da. All I thought was, ‘No way am I going into the cat carrier again or to vet or to get my echo… or whatever… I am as healthy as can be… no… no… no!’

But then Dellen came and… wow what a terror I was to catch… but she and Mommy won the cat carrier battle. They finally got me in the cat carrier and then into the car... but I did get to sit on my Mommy’s lap where I finally calmed down with her everlasting chatter… and then we arrived at the hospital, with all its funny smells, and then I was in a little room with Mommy, the doctor and Dellen.

Boy… did I hate that part. The vet said I was putting on too much weight. How dare she say that? Why does my Mommy think she’s nice? What a terrible thing for the doctor to say that… right in front of me… that I’m putting on too much weight?!?! I just didn’t like being there and being poked around by anyone strange and unfamiliar. But I was sure happy that my Mommy was right near me and putting her arms around me so that I could hide my head right in the inside of her elbow and try to get all the badness out of my mind.

Then that part was all finally over… goody-goody… I thought. But then it was time for me to have my echocardiogram done and that part I need to do alone with the other doctor but I don’t get poked around so much and it’s very quick and also it was time for Mommy to go back home but she told me that she’d return to bring me home soon. I got a little weepy when she said, ‘Good bye Honeygirl… I’ll be back to take you home… my sweet little pumpkin.’

So… then I was taken, in my kitty carrier, back into another quiet room and I just waited and waited and waited. But I didn’t mind the waiting… it was nice and quiet and had no funny smells and nobody was there to poke me around. Then the other doctor and the technician came and they did their echo stuff… you know… the nice technician held me gently and the doc went back and forth with her funny unsparkely wand. Even though this morning was a real hassle and I was super mad at my Mommy for letting somebody else pick me up and put me in the cat carrier… I decided to be a good girl kitty and behave during my echo thing… not like I behaved last year… always trying to scratch at the tech and the doc. My Mommy is the best and so thoughtful… I get the same doctors that I had last year and the year before that… so this makes my vet life pretty easy. Its just getting into the cat carrier I really loathe. I hate being picked up by anybody… even by my dearest Mommy…  I honestly don’t know why this is… maybe something happened to me during my kitten-hood… Mommy has been thinking about it a lot lately… she would make a great kitty psychiatrist.

Well… Mommy came with a nice lady named Klate or was it late? I really can’t remember but it didn’t matter because I was going home! Boy… was I glad… and Mommy was too… actually she was thrilled that the whole day was over so all the way home in the car, she never stopped chattering… but that chatter was her relaxed chatter… and in the morning… that was her nervous chatter. I know all her different chatters. But Mommy loves to chatter and she and Klate, or Late, really never stopped chattering. Finally Mommy and I were alone... I got my favorite dinner… Sheba and crunchies… and munched it down with a good slurp of water. Both Mommy and I were SO glad that the big vet day was over!

 

Thanksgiving Day

November 24, 2016

Happy Thanksgiving you guys!

My Mommy is very, very sad today. Her best friend died about a week ago and although she was not related to him… she is really very sad. He was like a big brother to her… the big brother she never had and although she knew that the rest of the her best friends family would always love her and welcome her to their festivities and family dinners my Mommy feels that something has changed or will change no matter what.

Her best friend who died was named John David. His wife’s name is Diny. Together they had six children… of course they are all grown up now and some of them are married. I know this would make my Mommy happy if I wrote a bit about how she met John and Diane many years ago. OK… so let’s begin.

Many, many years ago when Mommy was a young lady and came to San Francisco from living for so long in her neat and tidy Swizterland… she lived with her own Mom, her step dad and her baby sister, Nellie, who was only two years old back then. One evening my Mommy’s parents decided to have a dinner party. So besides my Mommy being there, there was her Mommy, her stepdad, her baby sis and some other good friends of her Mommy and stepdad… and they were Ruth Solomon, her stepdads mother, and Warren Hinckle and his wife, and a lady named June Degnan. So… the party rocked and rolled on with lots of talks and discussions. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and another lady and good friend, Leaden, came to the house and said ‘Hi’ to everybody and asked if anyone would like to join her on a hayride. ‘Hayride… what’s that?’ my Mommy thought. Well… the hayride was a birthday present for another lady and a good friend of Leaden, her name was Lara Dusking and only a few month later my Mommy would begin working for her but she didn’t know that back then. So back to the hayride and my Mommy and Leaden. OK… so would anyone like to go for a hayride with Leaden and the birthday gal and lots of other friends? Well… yes Warren Hinckle would like to go. How about Chloe… that’s my Mommy… she would definitely love to go…right? Well… not exactly… Chloe doesn’t know what it is. Yes Chloe you MUST go… everybody told her… Chloe will love it and Warren will look after Chloe! Come on Chloe get your jacket... quick quick quick. Well… my Mommy…as I’ve been told… was so not keen on going… not at all… she didn’t even know anybody!!! So my Mommy… being a good girl and all… went down the stairs and climbed into a big open pull-up truck that was covered with hay with lots of people sitting around laughing and goofing off and having a fun time… excited for the ride to B-E-G-I-N!!! The minute my Mommy got into the truck and sat down on the hay she wanted to head straight back home and did not enjoy herself at all… especially having the cold wind join them and most of all having to listen to these loud and rambunctious grown men. Leaden quickly introduced my Mommy to John and Diny David and little did my Mommy know that this would become a lifelong friendship with the young couple and that my Mommy would not only be looking after their first child, Evan, but she would be looking after John and Diny’s five other children… all who would become my Mommy’s dearest friends. Leaden…in the meantime… bustled around the hay making sure everyone was having a good time.

Whoops… have to stop here because my Mommy’s doorbell is ringing.

 

 

New Years Day

January 1, 2017

Hi and hope you have a great year.

My Mommy had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner but then she got super duper busy getting things ready before getting ready for her trip to New York. And me… how did I feel about her going off… again? Ahhhh… I was so not happy but my Mommy kept telling me that she wasn’t going for a while and it would only be a short trip… only ten days… aha…oooookaaayyy.     Oh gotta stop now but I’ll write more about this scene later.

 

January 15, 2017

Hey guys… well I’m back.

OK… New York City and poor me… not a happy kitty. So… Mommy got the black monster out of the closet and I thought uh-oh… oh no… not again… she just went to Swizterland! My Mommy looked at me and said, ‘Oh honey-bunny, it’s only for ten days and I have to see Ally and Becks and besides you will have lovely Amela and Ela looking after you and remember… I will never ever forget you… even when I’m having a real fun and good time… I’ll never stop talking about you. OK my lovely pumpkin?’ I just sat on her white bed and thought, ‘Humph.’

Well… when Mommy has something set in her mind then it’s set and nothing will stop her and that is the end of that. Not even I can stop her even though I look at her so adoringly.

So… everything was set to go and that icky dreadful day suddenly came and off she went yelling, ‘OK… good-bye honey bunny. Where are you, pumpkin?’ then she said to someone, I think it was the driver, ‘Oh she is always hiding when someone she doesn’t know comes in… oh dear… well… good bye my sweet pumpkin… Mommy absolutely adores you… remember that!!!’

And out the door she went.

And me… was I OK with this?

Of course not!

But what could I do… huh?

Then I thought, ‘Well I could get nice and sick and then Mommy would come right back.’ But I would never do that to my Mommy.

So I sat on the little table and looked out the window and watched the world go by. I couldn’t eat anything because I’d already eaten up everything and had to wait until Ela or Amela came to feed me. I could drink from my water bowl. Let’s talk about my water bowls. I have two of them even though we don’t have an upstairs and a downstairs. My main water bowl is in the kitchen near my wheat grass. The water is always clean. My other smaller water bowl is in the empty bathtub and that water is always clean too. I love that pretty little bowl… it is clear glass and very dainty. I love drinking water from that water bowl every morning when Mommy is getting dressed. I like to run into the bathroom and then jump into the empty bathtub to get that nice fresh drink without Mommy touching me or me touching Mommy. I know… I’m a little weird about this little crazy morning routine but we cats are weird and don’t always think like humans… nope… we are definitely THE cats.

I love my main water bowl but drinking water from that bowl is a little different tasting then drinking from the little glass bowl in the bathtub. Well, I think I’ve talked enough about water bowls. Oh… I wish my Mommy were here. Only yesterday Ela came to feed me & hang out with me which made me very happy but man was I shocked when she said, ‘Honeygirl, your Mommy will be home in nine days.’ I thought. ‘Oh no!’

 

February 5, 2017

OK… so back to that dreadful time when Mommy went to New York and how I survived those lonely days & still managed to stay alive and well… I don’t know how I did it. Remember, guys and gals, I have a heart problem and if my Mommy goes away too much then I could die of a broken heart. Even though Ela and Amela come to feed me every day and give me fresh water (OOPS… they forgot to fill the little glass bowl with fresh water in the empty bathtub) and give me treats and snacks and hang out with me… I missed my Mommy terribly bad. Luckily I was able to look out the window a lot and play with all my play balls that were scattered everywhere and dream a lot about my Mommy coming back and wondering why I have fur with three different colors instead of just two and looking forward to seeing Ela and Amela and thinking how I could ask Ela why she only comes to see me on weekdays but not on the weekends and ask Amela why she only comes once a day and not twice a day.

And then one evening I heard the door open and I heard some strange voices and I though, ‘Aha… I better jump up high… I don’t know who those voices belong to.’ I always jump up high when I hear strange voices. This place has a lot of jumping places so I am always safe. But what… could this be? Yes it is her and only her! I heard a familiar voice screeching, ‘ Oh honey… I’m home… Mommy’s home!!!!’

I was way up high.

Then in a panicky voice I heard her scream, ‘Pumpkin… Honeygirl???’

Then in an even louder voice… almost alarming, she yelled, ‘Honeygirl… where is my Honeygirl?’

I jumped down in a second and was SOOOOOOOOO happy to see my Mommy and she was SOOOOOOO thrilled to see me.

She said, ‘Oh honey… how I missed you… oh my pumpkin oh my pumpkin.’

No end of kissing from my Mommy and, believe me, we were so happy to see each other and that night when she went to bed I never left the bed or her. And then one day on her birthday and while she was still in bed sleeping… I wanted to give her the biggest birthday present ever… I had finally gotten my courage together and was timidly walking up to her chest and sniffing at her nose. Since humans threw me around when I was little… I never allowed any humans to ever hold me or me get close to them but my Mommy is different… she really looks after me and always comes back to me and I love her the most.

 

February 20, 2017

Hi guys, gals, ladies, gents.

So… the other day my Mommy got mad at me but I don’t know why. She just walked into the apartment one afternoon and said her usual, ‘Hi Honeygirl!!!’

I was sitting on the little table looking out the window and when I heard her come in I didn’t run to her all happy and all full of pleasure. No for some odd reason… even I do not know why I didn’t run to her all eager-like… I just continued sitting at the table and just turned my head towards her, as if to say, ‘Oh it’s you… good… now I don’t have to jump up high in case a stranger or a dog is coming in.’ No… no eagerness… I was as cool as a cucumber. And for some odder reason this made my Mommy a little sad and she said to me, ‘Oh honey… for Ela you always jump down and run to her and say miouw-miouw.’

Well… I thought… Ela always gives me treats.

Then Mommy sat down by the computer to take her boots off and then I came sauntering by and of course Mommy wanted to pet me but I would not let her… I honestly don’t know why I was behaving like this. We kitty’s are just different. It made my Mommy very sad that she couldn’t touch or pet me and she told me so in a very angry voice. Then she put the heat on… it was a bit chilly… and I walked happily to my warm cubby to have a wee catnap.

After a little bit my Mommy came to lie down next to me and I scratched her for some unknown reason. The minute I scratched her I felt really bad about this. Mommy’s hand started bleeding and she slapped the carpet angrily and said in her teacher’s voice, ‘You naughty, naughty, very naughty cat!’ I looked at her and thought, ‘Wow… what’s with her?’ But she lay down anyway… she must have been very tired out from being wherever she had been… anyway the scratch was only a little scratch and the blood was all dried up.

So… while Mommy was lying there she fell fast asleep and guess who came to see me?

A little wind came by and there was Mr. Kitty looking very elegant in his gentlemanly fur.

Me, ‘Oh hey… hi… Mr. Kitty… what are you doing here…  aren’t you supposed to be dead?!’

‘Is this the way you greet an old friend?’

‘Well… sorry but I was a bit surprised. So… hello! What brings you here?’

Then Mr. Kitty looked at sleeping Mommy and sighed and said,’ Ahhhh… how I miss her. I am so happy where I am but I do wish Mother could be there too.’

‘Where do you live now?’

‘In Kittyville.’

‘Oh… can I come too?’

He looked at me rather sternly and said, ‘What? How absurd. Absolutely not! Your place is here. But I came here to have a little talk with you.’

‘Oh… what about?’

‘Well. You have been a naughty kitty?’

‘What to you mean?!!’

‘When Mother came home you just continued sitting on the little table and simply gave her, your precious Mommy, the “oh-it’s-just-you” look and, just now, when she only wanted to lie down next to you and gently pet you… you scratched her! What kind of a kitty are you...eh? I never ever did that to her when I lived with her! Where are your kind manners… young lady… eh?’

‘Well… yeah… I don’t know what came over me. I felt bad but, hey, I’m a cat and cats do things like that. I can’t help it. It’s just like when little Person was trying not to make a bigger hole in the little hole. She’s just a kid. Even kids do things they are not supposed to do.’

‘What are you talking about … how do you know all this? Besides… this was in the car… out in the parking lot and you never leave the apartment.’

‘Yeah… well Mommy and I have a secret phone in our hearts. Didn’t you have one when you lived with Mommy? All her kitty’s have one?’

‘Yes I had one too… how could I ever forget but listen young kitten… you could lose this valuable secret phone if you continue to be like this to Mommy!’

‘What to you mean… Mr. Kitty?’

‘What I am trying to say… Miss Honeygirl… is that you could loose this very very special secret telephone if you continue to act so cool and aloof and distant with your lovely and wonderful Mommy and if you… young kitten-lady… do not stop instantly then you will be sent away… you might have to live with that horrible family again!’

I was getting very scared.

‘Yep… I am speaking the truth. And my dear… if you continue to bite, scratch or get that aloof look then Mommy might completely disappear into thin air… she might come with me to Kittyville to see all her other cats… and there are plenty of other cats who would adore to have a Mommy like yours!’

‘She would never, ever leave me.’

‘Mmmmm.’

There was a moment of deep silence. I was thinking very hard what to say next.

‘Are you trying to scare me… Mr. Kitty?’

‘No Honey but you have to shape up!’

‘But… well… I’m a kitty.’

‘Honeygirl… you are not a kitten anymore… you are almost an adult-kitten. You are lucky to have such a caring Mommy… she is so good to you… she was made for cats… and she saved you from that everlasting sleep… remember… because of your heart problem no one would adopt you… not until Mommy came… you would have completely lost your whole kitten life… everything would have gone down the drain.’

Then Mr. Kitty looked at his kitty watch and said,’ Oh… I must go now… Mommy is going to wake up soon. Now remember what I said.’

‘Oh… wait! But what if I forget and bite her by accident? You know it’s from when I was a little kitten and had to defend myself?’

‘Well… try not to bite or scratch her and try to once in a while sit on her lap and let her hug you. OK… good bye… gotta go!’

‘Oh but wait, wait, wait… mm mm mm… what if I—,’.

‘Honeygirl… listen…. I-must-go-good-bye!!!’

And then he was gone in a complete silver poof and instantly Mommy woke up and said, ‘Oh my… gotta get going.’

To be continued.............