Skeeter - I had a new friend when LC came into the house. The older cat (Tinkerbelle) was so mean to me all the time, The Big Thing came back one dark with a playmate. I didn't get to see her at first because he closed one of the big swingy things I cant get through, but I could smell her. I could even smell her through the blowy things on the ground. And when I wasn't looking, he would go through it and stay there for a naptime.
When he came out, I could smell her on his paws and he would rub me and I could smell her on me too. That was strange at first, but he is good at carrying smells around.
He can do everything! He put a strange metal thing on the floor, and I couldn't smell anything about it except him. But then he did something to it right there on the ground and it turned into Fish! That's when I met LC for the first time. The Old Cat wasn't there at the time, so there was lots for both of us. We had fun eating and sniffing each other. I could even smell me on her, so that means we must be friends!
After we ate all we could, Tinkerbelle showed up and ate all the rest of it. She hissed at us and we both ran away together. We were partners in fear...
The Big Thing picked us both up and scratched our ears (and looked inside them too, which I didn't so much like), but he is warm and never pounces us like Tinkerbelle, so we settled down together on the ground and fell asleep. I liked licking LC's head; she tasted both like me and her and The Big Thing.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
August 29, 2006
LC:
Skeeter thinks he had it so bad (well, maybe he did, I wasn't there). But when The Big Thing came to the same place the next year, he found me. The problem was that I wasn't his first choice. Can you imagine how insulting that was? I was stuck in some wire cage with several other kittens, and he wanted a different one! Oh sure, he just went straight for that fancy-fur calico babe, all sweetness and friendly-like, and he just fell right for her. But it turned out she was promised to another. Serves him right, LOL!
So then he looks at me, and I'm like, no way buddy, you made your choice and I won't be the second. I grabbed onto to those cage wires with all 20 claws. It took them 10 minutes to pry me loose of that cage and I fought like crazy even after that. And The Big Thing smiled at every loosened claw. Oh I hated him for that. But they finally dragged me kicking, clawing, and mewling out of the cage. That calico bimbo was going to be leaving soon, and I was going to OWN those other two kitties after that. And I get dragged away. I couldn't believe it. I had finally figured the place out and I was taken away by force!
So I get dragged around in some plastic box with wire cage in one end (at least that was familiar and I grabbed that real quick). I get turned round a bunch of times without myself moving, and I get plunked into a room with the wire left open and left alone. For an entire light and dark! I could smell food and water and a litter box, but I had no plans to come out of there. After a darkness arrived again, I snuck out to get some of that good smelly food. As soon as I stepped out, I learned the surface I was on was soft. Very soft. Snuggly soft. Hmmm, some possibilities here. I ate all the food, drank some water and used the litter box (it seemed clean enough and I am very fussy about that).
I didn't like smelling two other kitties though. Apparently, I'm in some sort of cat-house… One was old, the other young. Well, at least I thought I was safe there. That didn't last long, though. The Big Thing came in a few times and rubbed the smells of the other cats on my fur. I suppose he did the same thing to them, because I could sense them being rubbed too. It got confusing after that because I started to taste them on my fur and they didn't seem too strange afterwards.
Finally I was allowed out of the large cage (which I now know as a "room" - It has a Big Thing sized door on one side) and was shown to the other kitties while being held. I hate being held! I'm strong enough now to not be held, but I wasn't then. Thankfully, the Big Kitty just ignored me (mostly) but the younger kitty followed me around all the time. He was pretty big himself, but not big like Big Kitty was. When we got fed, she just ate out of any bowl she felt like and me and younger kitty had to just move around to suit her.
I was a mess when The Big Thing took me away from the cage place with the other little kitties. He thought my ears were just black, but I had ear mites. I didn't know it, but my whole head was infected. When I went to sleep, my eyes ran and then dried shut. I bumped into furniture a lot (well I didn't know that the other kitties could see most of the time – I thought that was just normal). Fortunately, I could find the wet food and litter box by smell. When I walked into a chair leg one day, The Big Thing looked at me carefully and started dabbing my eyes with water. I could see again!
But then he brought me to a place that smelled of many dogs and kitties and fear. I thought it was the end! I got handled by strange Big Things and stabbed and sprayed and wiped. I fought and fought and even shit on them, but it didn't stop them at all. But I wasn't killed. I was brought back to the house with the other two kitties. I got pushed on my back and had pink stuff squirted down my throat (YUCKKK!) every dark for many darks and I got my ears messed with a lot with some stingy stuff, but eventually I could see all the time again. That part was good.
The Big Thing started luring me with little bits of wet food and saying "LC, LC" and that's a good signal for food. He said my black and white fur reminded him of a "Little Cow" (what's a cow?). I heard the stabby place Big Thing say I was "Lucky Cat" because The Big Thing didn't send me back to the cage with the original kitties.
Skeeter thinks he had it so bad (well, maybe he did, I wasn't there). But when The Big Thing came to the same place the next year, he found me. The problem was that I wasn't his first choice. Can you imagine how insulting that was? I was stuck in some wire cage with several other kittens, and he wanted a different one! Oh sure, he just went straight for that fancy-fur calico babe, all sweetness and friendly-like, and he just fell right for her. But it turned out she was promised to another. Serves him right, LOL!
So then he looks at me, and I'm like, no way buddy, you made your choice and I won't be the second. I grabbed onto to those cage wires with all 20 claws. It took them 10 minutes to pry me loose of that cage and I fought like crazy even after that. And The Big Thing smiled at every loosened claw. Oh I hated him for that. But they finally dragged me kicking, clawing, and mewling out of the cage. That calico bimbo was going to be leaving soon, and I was going to OWN those other two kitties after that. And I get dragged away. I couldn't believe it. I had finally figured the place out and I was taken away by force!
So I get dragged around in some plastic box with wire cage in one end (at least that was familiar and I grabbed that real quick). I get turned round a bunch of times without myself moving, and I get plunked into a room with the wire left open and left alone. For an entire light and dark! I could smell food and water and a litter box, but I had no plans to come out of there. After a darkness arrived again, I snuck out to get some of that good smelly food. As soon as I stepped out, I learned the surface I was on was soft. Very soft. Snuggly soft. Hmmm, some possibilities here. I ate all the food, drank some water and used the litter box (it seemed clean enough and I am very fussy about that).
I didn't like smelling two other kitties though. Apparently, I'm in some sort of cat-house… One was old, the other young. Well, at least I thought I was safe there. That didn't last long, though. The Big Thing came in a few times and rubbed the smells of the other cats on my fur. I suppose he did the same thing to them, because I could sense them being rubbed too. It got confusing after that because I started to taste them on my fur and they didn't seem too strange afterwards.
Finally I was allowed out of the large cage (which I now know as a "room" - It has a Big Thing sized door on one side) and was shown to the other kitties while being held. I hate being held! I'm strong enough now to not be held, but I wasn't then. Thankfully, the Big Kitty just ignored me (mostly) but the younger kitty followed me around all the time. He was pretty big himself, but not big like Big Kitty was. When we got fed, she just ate out of any bowl she felt like and me and younger kitty had to just move around to suit her.
I was a mess when The Big Thing took me away from the cage place with the other little kitties. He thought my ears were just black, but I had ear mites. I didn't know it, but my whole head was infected. When I went to sleep, my eyes ran and then dried shut. I bumped into furniture a lot (well I didn't know that the other kitties could see most of the time – I thought that was just normal). Fortunately, I could find the wet food and litter box by smell. When I walked into a chair leg one day, The Big Thing looked at me carefully and started dabbing my eyes with water. I could see again!
But then he brought me to a place that smelled of many dogs and kitties and fear. I thought it was the end! I got handled by strange Big Things and stabbed and sprayed and wiped. I fought and fought and even shit on them, but it didn't stop them at all. But I wasn't killed. I was brought back to the house with the other two kitties. I got pushed on my back and had pink stuff squirted down my throat (YUCKKK!) every dark for many darks and I got my ears messed with a lot with some stingy stuff, but eventually I could see all the time again. That part was good.
The Big Thing started luring me with little bits of wet food and saying "LC, LC" and that's a good signal for food. He said my black and white fur reminded him of a "Little Cow" (what's a cow?). I heard the stabby place Big Thing say I was "Lucky Cat" because The Big Thing didn't send me back to the cage with the original kitties.
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