February 10,2013
My name is Mr. Kitty and my
wonderful Mommy took me into her home and, boy-o-boy, what a home it is! I get
food twice a day and loads of yummy treats, a big bowl of clean water, I have a
clean litter box, two cozy baskets to sleep in…. plus lots of cozy spots to
curl into whenever I feel like it and can always dash into the closet whenever
a scary moment comes, like when the maintenance guy comes in or some unknown
person with a funny smell… not the Mommy smell that I know so well… or when I
hear some loud banging noises then I can quickly scamper and hide right into
the closet. Other great places to hide or snuggle in are the cupboards under
the kitchen sink, a real cozy place, and the cupboard in the kitchen, that is
the warmest and coziest spot to hide and it smells so nice from all my Mommy’s
cleaning things. Oh… I forgot… I can always sleep on my Mommy’s bed… I love
that and sometimes I can hide under her blankets. In my other place I couldn’t
sleep on the bed, nope, I was always put into the closet or on, when I was free
to do what I wanted, on the edge of the windowsill… thinking what it would be
like outside. In my old home there was no sun at all…. so when I lived in my
new home… where I never thought of going outside because I had such a good
Mommy, the sun always shone and I really had to get used to it. But now I’ve
lived with my Mommy for so long that I have really gotten used to the sun and
really dig it. Oh yes, in my old home I was fed only when the man remembered to
feed me. My old home was not fun at all…. no it was very messy and confusing
and there was lots of yelling and screaming and crying… when I heard all those
sad noises… then I REALLY raced into the closet, my one place of safety.
If
you really want to know about me… then you ought to read my Mommy’s story
called, ‘My Real True Love.’ There you can find out more about me but in my
blog I don’t want to talk about my bad kitten-hood…. it was yuck.
Living
now with wonderful Mommy is the best thing that ever happened to me… even
though I had to get used to everything and I had to get used to other people
being there and I also had to get used to different dogs. Sometimes I cannot tell who are the dogs and
who are the people! So let me begin telling you about this funny little person
who gave me a severe shock and I almost had a real nervous breakdown.
Little
Person:
I call her the little person
because she’s little but bigger then me… but my Mommy calls her the little
tornado because she runs all over the apartment and Mommy’s mind get a little
kukuk but my Mommy, and I honestly don’t get this, loves and adores the little
goofy person. Little person didn’t exactly mess up the apartment… just a bit….
she was no bulldozer or my Mommy would have had a fit.
I
don’t know who she was, where she came, or anything but I knew she was a little
girl because she wore dresses… actually she changed all the time into dress ups
clothes or into her own clothes. She had a very high, squeaky, really loud
voice and she would often pout and/or cry when she didn’t get her way but that
didn’t happen too much. She would run back and forth a lot and jump on my
Mommy’s bed, which really drove my Mommy crazy.
My Mommy was firm with her, in a
very gentle way, about this or that but not about what was going to happen to
me. I simply ran into the closet whenever the little person got wild but I
thought, ‘Why doesn’t my Mommy just get some sense and put the little person
outside?!’ And a few times when I ran into the closet… little person would run
right into the closet too and I wanted to scream, ‘Get her out of here… this is
my territory…. out, out, out!!!!’ But all that my Mommy said in her sweet voice
was, ‘Oh, honey, don’t do that…. you’re scaring Mr. Kitty.’ Yeah… honey my
foot, I thought.
Once
little person saw all my Mommy’s pretty scarves and wanted to play with some of
with the prettiest scarves. So, my Mommy of course let her. The little person
said that the scarf was the boat and the carpet was the water and she put all
the angels, Mommy’s porcelain angels, and Mommy’s other pretty knick knacks in
the pink dolly bed and put the pink dolly bed, with all the little elf’s and
angels and nick knacks, on the scarf, which was supposed to be the boat or the
raft or whatever, and told me and my Mommy that we had to jump on the rocking
chair and then onto the scarf so that we wouldn’t get wet. Crazy idea of little
person…. I simply scampered into the closet…. my place of pure safety and I
heard my Mommy say, ‘No, sweetie-pie, I don’t mind getting wet and no jumping
on my scarf please. What about a little snack, honey?’ And squeaky would say,
‘Yes… OK.’ But little person never ate much but she loved hearing my Mommy’s
wonderful stories about the food she was eating. Then my Mommy said, ‘OK honey,
now we’re going to watch a nice little movie… but I have to put these things
away and you can do whatever you’d like.’ Then they’d watch the little movie
and finally the little person was quiet, sitting on my Mommy’s lap. Then, and
only then, I decided that it was safe for me to get out of the closet and
finally smell some fresh air but, man o man, did little person look bizarre.
She was all dressed up in her dress up clothes, a crown on her had with he a
big pink stone in the middle, in one hand she was holding my fancy play feather
and in the other hand she was holding a pink something that looked like a doll.
My Mommy was so amazingly gaga crazy about this little noisy person and I
though my Mommy was not going to love me anymore. So I jumped on my Mommy’s lap
and realized that my Mommy still loved me as much as she loved that odd little
person. Unfortunately, I couldn’t sit on my Mommy’s lap for too long…. oh no….
that little person started looking at me and immediately wanted to pet me, and
because I was so not sure about her, I scrammed for the kitchen which is very
far from little person. I was still very scared of her even though my Mommy was
hugging and kissing her all the time. The movie was on the computer… and the
computer is also in the closet… unfortunately… so I couldn’t very well hide in
the closet and be so close to her…that little pink and blonde person… even
though my Mommy was right there. I need to protect myself from scary things…
like the little person. My Mommy loves me, I know that, but when that little
person is around then she seems to forget me a little bit.
After
the movie the little person got really goofy and my Mommy ran the bath for
little person. Then the little person got in the bath and FINALLY it’s was a little
quieter and my Mommy fed me my dinner but sometimes I have to yowl loudly so
she doesn’t forget to feed me anything like my treats. After the bath the
little person got even more goofy and they sit down for dinner and I would
really like to snuggle in my basket, which is right under the table, but little
person kept on kicking the basket with her feet and it got very scary for me to
go into my basket…. so… I couldn’t go into that basket…. that was definitely a
no-no… so…. I had to go into the bigger basket… but I really didn’t know what
to do… boy… I really, really don’t like having this little person around… she
messes up my whole routine. The big basket, for me to snuggle in, is OK but I
lost some weight, which I know the vet will be pleased about but my Mommy
worries about me getting to skinny. I used to be a big boy with a big tummy but
not anymore.
After
dinner and dessert the little person often, she has been to my Mommy’s
apartment a lot of times, gets very…. very goofy and so wild that she gets my
Mommy very kuku crazy. By now I am pretty used to this mess, that little person
creates all the time, so I don’t hide in the closet so much but I have to be
super careful that I don’t get too close to the little person…. she darts and
dashes around a lot and is very, very boisterous. My Mommy looks pretty worn
out…. but man oh man…. does my Mommy love this little, squeaky person a lot…. I
really don’t get this.
When
the little person brushes her teeth before going to bed…. boy is that something
to watch…. the whole bathroom is wet because little person just loves to look
at herself in the mirror and splash water everywhere. So… when the little
person has a sleepover… my Mommy gets all these blankets and sleeping bag out
and gets really goofy too because little person is jumping wildly, I mean
WILDLY, crazy. Then the little person gets into her red and white sleeping bag
and my Mommy reads her a story or several stories. Then little person and my
Mommy lie down together and FINALLY little person goes to sleep. I like this
part because I can lie down with my Mommy on her side… far away from that noisy
little person. I feel safe with my Mommy but I won’t go to the little person….
she might very suddenly grab or bite me…. who knows. Then my Mommy gets up when
little person is asleep and puts things away and gets into her own bed and
falls right to sleep. And me?
Well,
first I have to say this, I am so happy and relieved that everything is quiet
and normal again…. well sort of normal but at least quiet… the little person is
there too but she’s really quiet and doesn’t move an inch…. goody-goody…. now I
can finally investigate but first I jump onto my Mommy’s bed and curl up and
have a good catnap. At about three o’clock, the next the morning, I get up and
have a real good sniff at the little person, she’s still sound asleep… I mean
deep in sleep, and I try to find out who this little person really is and what
she is and why does my Mommy love her so much even though she is a giant
handful.
Well,
I quietly creep… My Mommy, who is doing all the typing for my blog, is getting
very tired, her back’s killing her and she has to get into the bath. So, bye
guys…. gotta go.
February 18
Hi,
here I am.
So
where did I leave off? Oh yes, the little person. So, at three o’clock in the
morning I’d jump off from my Mommy’s cozy bed and get my investigation nose out
and began the whole sniffing, smelling, and checking-her-out process. First I
sniffed around the sleeping bag just to make sure she wasn’t going to pounce on
me in that alarmingly scary way of hers. Then I very, very slowly, I mean
really S-L-O-W-L-Y, began to climb on her stomach, pretty brave of me, huh…
after all she was not moving an inch and my Mommy was right next to her to save
me from any of her jerky movements and I also thought ‘Why not?’ Nothing
happened, nothing at all… she didn’t move. Then I quickly jumped away from her
because I felt a slight jerky movement coming from her legs and suddenly she
turned around to lie down on the other side and went back to sleep. Boy, I
almost had a real heart attack there but cats are VERY good at dashing off
during any alarming moments. Then suddenly she shot up into a sitting position
and looked at me…. she never said ‘Hello’ or anything like that. And what did I
do? I made a real fast split to the kitchen cupboard where all the cleaning
stuff was…. way in the back where it’s nice, cozy and, dark and nowhere no can
find me except for my Mommy. I have exceptionally good ears to hear with… so I
heard the little person go right into my Mommy’s bed and say, ‘Mr. Kitty woke
me up.’
Oh gotta go.. my Mommy has to take
a bath now and go to bed early and get up early tomorrow…. So bye guys, I’ll
tell you the rest about little person next time.
February 24,
Hi
boys and girls, I’m here again.
So…
where did I leave off? Oh right, little person crawling into to my Mommy’s bed
in the morning of the next day and saying in her high squeaky voice, ‘Mr. Kitty
woke me up!’ But she was all smiles and tremendously giggly when she got into
my Mommy’s bed and started jabbering and prattling in that tiny, but loud,
twittery voice of hers. After a while my Mommy got up and dressed herself, made
tea and then, oh happy, happy day, she fed me my breakfast…. FINALLY! Then
little person got up from the bed and dashed to her clothes that were waiting
for her to be put on and ran to get her little chair and put it in the sunny
kitchen and sit herself down to enjoy the warm light on her face. Soon my Mommy
had made little person’s breakfast and laid it on a little yellow table AND
told little person to sit and eat and drink her milk while she, my best Mommy,
told little person the food story, which little person loved listening to. Then
my Mommy brushed little person’s long, static, blond hair and soon it was time
for little person to leave and my Mommy left too but she came right back
without little person. But after that, guess what I did? It was QUIET…. quiet
at LAST and I didn’t have to hide anymore or be careful and cautious of that
thing jumping on me! I just sprawled on the carpet and basked my fur, which
really needed the warm sun as it was turning into stressed-out fur, and my
kitty mind, which was filled with nothing but kitty anxiety, and listened to
the beautiful music that Mommy had on and listened to my Mommy’s footsteps
pitter n’ patter around the house. It was her washing the clothes and watering
the plants day…. I know all her days so well…. a cat learns that.
I’d
like to say that little person never returned but she always came back and
after a while I did finally learn that she was not so goofy after all… that she
could be quiet and pretty civilized. But one day, ohmanohnanohman, did I get a
big, I mean B-I-G, surprise. I had absolutely no idea what was happening to the
apartment, to my Mommy, or to me! I just scrammed for the nearest security
closet and stayed there…. made myself comfortable right there and never, ever
left until my Mommy fed me my dinner. And this B-I-G thing came from the little
person. Boy, I thought, how can such a tiny one make such a racket AND my Mommy
just said, ‘Oh that’s wonderful honey… you have such a great voice.’ Boy o boy,
well I didn’t think so… not at all. I thought, ‘How can my wonderful Mommy
think like this…. I mean golly… she absolutely loathes such horrible loud
noises…. she hates down town noises and peoples noises????’ So you want to know
what little person did? She grabbed my little play stick with the ribbon on it,
and said that it was her microphone AND she began to sing…. I mean real really
loudly AND all my Mommy said were those unbelieving words, ’Oh honey, that’s
wonderful… you are really going to be a great singer one day…. yes, your Mommy
should put you into a singing class!’ After my Mommy saw me running madly into
the closet she said to the little person, ‘Oh honey, I think you scaring Mr.
Kitty.’ And do you think this helped sat all? Nope… not one little bit… little
person went on with her crazy singing AND then she stopped momentarily and said
to my Mommy… very fast so she could go right back to her singing, ‘When I grow
up I’m gonna be a singer!’ And my Mommy replied, ‘Oh yes, go right for it,
honey, you’ll be the best!’ So little person sang and sang and ran all over the
room with my play stick all afternoon! And then she stopped again, only for a
second, and yelled to my Mommy, who is hard of hearing, ‘I’ll sing extra loud
for you!’ and my Mommy just said, ‘Oh fine, honey, that’s fine.’ Although my
Mommy has a hearing aid on her ear, to hear better with, she also turns the
volume off or takes it out when the noise from the little person gets too
rowdy.
Oh
hey I must tell about the time when the little person got very close to me and
she, miraculously, was able to pet me… uuuh…. I didn’t see that one coming
because I was having a cat snooze. So… she very quietly, my Mommy had told her
to be very quiet, and she gave me a little pet.
Oh,
I’m going to have to continue later…. my Mommy’s back is killing her…. gotta
go.
April 7
Hi guys and gals… been a while but hope you remember me… Mr. Kitty!
OK… gotta finish up telling you about the time when Little Person snucked up on me and petted me so gently. Uhhh…. was that a gentle stroke…. little hands gliding over my fur…. nobody has ever touched me so tenderly, except for my Mommy. It was so touchingly gentle, like the softest catnip and fluffy feathers bouncing on my fur, that I couldn’t take it anymore. So… so ever politely and quietly slunked off, retreated, under the tiny table with all the crystal rocks and thought, ‘Wow…. what a gentle little hand Little Person has and you would never have guessed with that loud voice she has! No one in all my kitten-hood, except for my Mommy, has ever petted me so kindly and so mildly…. wow!’ You have to understand that my kitty-hood was really lousy, not even the cat shrink could help me… these unhappy times dragged on until the nice maintenance guy found and brought me to a nicer person, a neighbor of my Mommy. I liked it there but the man had another cat named Cleo and, boy, did she not like me but I didn’t care too-hoot. Then my Mommy took me and, well, I didn’t like it at first, being with her, but I got to like living there, with my Mommy. I thought, ‘Man o man, I really hit the jackpot.’ And my life had really become too good to be true and Mommy became my real cat shrink.
April 24
Before I tell you about Misty… I’ve got to tell you all about the time there was a BIG crash in my Mommy’s apartment.
Well, guess who was there too? Yep… Little Person and every time I see her now… I just scram straight into the closet… although my Mommy has explained to me that it was she, my lovely Mommy, who made the BIG crash and the BIG mess. You wanna know what happened? Well, it happened after Little Person had her snack on the tiny wooden table. She went off to play with all my Mommy’s knick-knacks and, well, everything was getting kind of crowded on the floor… Little Person was making a little play party for all the angels and I was sitting, nice and relaxed, in my cozy cubby… my warm and cuddly and cozy spot. Then my Mommy had to walk by the crowded spot, where Little Person was making her play party for the angels, and said to Little Person, ‘Honey… move please…. honey, move!’ Well, do you think Little Person moved? Nope… no sir… no ma’am…. she just didn’t listen. So… Mommy… walked by the anyway and… whoop-se-daisy… came crashing onto the floor, messed up the little play party, that was so lovingly meant for the angels, and fell right into the golden glass pumpkin and, man oh man, did Little Person get a fright! I, thinking the world had come to an end, just scrammed like crazy into the closet and simply decided that it might be best NEVER to come out until it was my dinnertime. I simply made myself comfortable in the closet and tried to calm myself down by thinking of heavenly cat treats and divine crystal dishes of Fancy Feast that was being put in front of me to eat at my desire. Luckily Mommy had some really pretty music playing on her computer and that was a bit calming but oh my, oh my, my nerves had been truly shattered. But, my, my, my, did Little Person give a gigantic sob. Earlier she was having some difficulty with her nose…. it was very snotty and stuffy. Well… with all her crying she got all her snot out and that was good. Poor Little Person never stopped crying until my Mommy got her all nicely settled on the rocking chair, with a bag of chocolate and, a good movie called ‘Puppy Party’ that Little Person could watch so that Mommy, bleeding and all, could clean up the big bloody mess. But before all that cleaning and calming down Little Person, Mommy made sure that Little Person had no cuts, was OK and, kissed all Little Person’s boo-boo’s away. Then Mommy dealt with her messy bleeding mess and when that was done she cleaned the other big glass mess, wiped the dripping blood stains with something that was supposed to help remove the bloody stains but didn’t… but my Mommy got the stains out anyway, she finally changed into cleaner clothes. Oh… and I think that was the end of the little play party for the angels…. for that day at least. Meanwhile Little Person sat on the rocking chair with her bag of chocolates, watching the good movie and…. was happy as a clam in the clean ocean.
Like I said… I just stayed in the closet until it was time to eat my dinner and when that time finally arrived… I remembered to saunter out of the closet very careful and cautious.
Later a friend of my Mommy’s came and looked at Mommy’s cut and made sure that it wouldn’t bleed anymore by using coal and then covering the cut up with lots of surgical. Boy… did Little Person like watching and listening to that.
Now when Little Person comes she always moves when my Mommy says to her, ‘Move, honey, please.’ She still makes play party for the angels but she always moves and always says to my Mommy, ‘Can I help… can I help?’
So even though my Mommy tells me over and over that it was she was the one who created that bloody mess… I make a split and dash right into the closet or into the bathroom cupboard or into the kitchen-cleaning cupboard, where there is always warmth and safety, whenever I see Little Person. She’d like to pet me but I always do the smart thing, and shoo off quickly.
May 3
My Mommy’s going out tonight and, man, is she not happy about it either and me, I’m not happy… I’m gonna miss her.
Misty:
Ok… so let’s talk about Misty. Every time my Mommy goes to see Little Person in Sausalito… my Mommy stays overnight and comes back the next day and, boy oh boy, I am not thrilled about this because I really miss her a lot, I miss my chicken treats and, I miss my night time snack but am crazy happy when she’s back home. Then I know I’m going to get all my treats, Mommy spoils me but I’m a good boy. OK…. so…. my Mommy has it all arranged who will feed me at night and who will feed me in the morning on the next day. A lady comes to feed me my dinner, her name is Palala. I like her ‘cause she’s quiet and gives me more treats then I really need AND Palala gives me the treats before she gives me my dinner….goody-goody. I know that Palala is a funny name but that is what my Mommy calls her… Palala. Palala always says, ‘Hi Mr. Kitty. What up?’ Then after feeding me she leaves and I have the whole place to my lonesome self. The next day, early in the morning another lady, her name is Panama… comes in to feed me but, uh-oh, she has this yappy little dog named Misty and, man, I am not happy at all about this… Misty gives me this little alarming yelp and her button of a tail never, for one minute, stops wagging. Her whole expression is telling me that she is so eager and happy to play and frolic with me and she really wants to get to know me. And what do I say to her? I know that I should act happy too but I just get under the big table and begin my loud tiger growl, showing her all my fangs and give her my most dangerous hissing sound, which means in my language, ‘Go away Misty… I don’t want to play!’ Poor Misty gets all shocked looking and backs off and goes to her Mommy and starts barking… she is trying to say to her Mommy, ‘He won’t play with me…. he’s a meany.’ Her Mommy feeds me and she tries to play with me but I have no wish to play but only to eat, eat, eat. I know I shouldn’t be like this but I just feel grumpy….. I just want my Mommy. And what does my Mommy think about all this, when she, from Panama about my silly behavior with Misty? She looks at me and says, ‘Oh… really Mr. Kitty… how could you? Misty is such a sweet little girl and only wants to play… she’s still young but very a true sweet darling and her Mommy feeds you so nicely! Mr Kitty… honestly… you have to stop this… honey.’
Sometimes Misty and her Mommy come over for a visit when my Mommy’s at home… and I just totally don’t get it… but just like my sweet Mommy does with Little Person, she sits on the floor and cuddles Misty and kisses her and I am truly baffled but I go under the big table and begin my hissing growl and all my Mommy says to me is, ‘Oh really… Mr. Kitty stop that.’ Then she continues hugging and kissing Misty and talks to Misty’s Mommy, Panama. And me? I am not happy until Misty and her Mommy leave.
May 26,
Hi!
Today my Mommy is very sad. She just found out yesterday that her best friend, in Swizterland died and my Mommy can’t get over this…. actually no one, in Swizterland, can get over this… everybody is shocked and very surprised and totally baffled. How do I know all this? Well… I can go into my Mommy’s mind. I love her so much and she loves me so much that we pets can go into our loving owners mind and understand their feelings. I also know that Mommy doesn’t want me to go to Animal Heaven…. not yet. I have hyper thyroid and my Mommy, who I’m never going to leave, gives me medicine…. but, she is a wise woman, gives me my medicine all yummy-like… so I never know that I’m really eating the medicine too. But next time I come back to my blog… I’ll tell you about the time I went to the pet hospital… and man o man was that a terrific and really scary time for me… Palala went with us and Luck carried me to the Palala’s car.