I am HOME!
I didn’t know this was home for a little while, because, after all…. I had a home with MOMMY first.
But something terrible happened.
I didn’t even get to have all the proper time with Mommy when someone picked me up and threw me out-the-door.
I used to live with Mommy, we had food, and I had Mommy, and we played, and I learned to use the potty box…everything was nice.
Then suddenly someone with big boots (I hate big boots; I scream and yell and try to kill big boots when I see them) booted me out the door.
I wandered around for a long time.
Then a special thing happened.
My new OLDEST sister found me wandering in the parking lot where she parks to go to work…I meowed LOUD so she would see me.
She saw me!
I spent the rest of the very long day with my new BIG sister at her beauty salon getting held and petted by all sorts of nice people.
Then on the way to my NEW MOM AND DAD, I screamed and yelled and cried because my tummy was terribly empty and I wanted some food.
As soon as my new Mom saw me, she opened up a can of YUMMY soft cat food.
I ATE IT ALL GONE!
(It took me a little while because I had to eat a small amount then go play, come back eat some more until I got full.)
Once I got my tummy full, and I had a big play with my new felt bunny, I fell asleep and slept a long, long time.
When I woke up I knew I was SAFE!
Mom and Dad call me TLC, (Terry and Linda’s Cat) TLC CAI-CAI (sounds like Kay-Kay).
I am a boy! A big tough strong BOY!
I like to do STUFF—I run through the house, I hide and try to get Mindy to play with me,
I hang out on Dad’s lap; watch his IPad with him,
and take a nap on his lap in the evening.
I make sure I am with Mom everywhere she goes. And if she doesn’t get me breakfast first thing in the morning, I TELL HER!
We have a very special understanding of things, Mom and me.
I have a small problem of needing to suck on something just before I go to sleep, Mom and my oldest new Sister think I was weaned too soon. They think I was around 6-7 weeks old when I was tossed out to fend for myself.
Mindy doesn’t really like me. But I’m working on it. I run at her and try to play, I sit and watch her sleep, and I try to get as close to her as I can when she is eating. I think she will start to like me if I do those things.
At least I hope so. Mom says I need to tone things down a little bit. I don’t know about that. I only tone down if Mindy tells me!
I live inside…I don’t even want to go outside. But Mom says not for a long time can I go outside. It’s too wet and too cold and too nasty. And Mindy might take me off somewhere and dump me.
I’m not interested in that ‘dump me’ situation again.
Life is WONDERFUL—
I have box
A whole slew of mice
Girrrafe (I growl when I play with him)
And my most favorite of all things
I’m so glad to have Dad, and Mom, and Mindy!