We had big doggies wandering through our outside place, so The Big Thing made a wall around us. He got real mad when a really big doggie chased Tinkerbelle through our outside place, so he started builting boards so that the doggies couldn't chase us anymore. It took him many naps of lights to do it, but he finally let us go outside again.
We liked it! We could see and smell doggies, but they couldn't chase us anymore. When we were sure it was safe, we had fun sniffing at them through the boards. The Big Thing seemed upset those days, but he cuddled us very nicely. That made life good.
And we didn't have to worry about the big doggies any more! We got to go outside in the brushy and hidey places more often. Tinkerbelle showed us places to hide under and sit near and where flutterbys came!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
August 30, 2006
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
August 27, 2006
Skeeter:
When I first saw The Big Thing, I was in a small cage in a big wooden cave with lots of dust and noise around me all the time. I was so young and terrified! Big Things hammering on walls, Big Things knocking down shelves. Noise and smelly chalky dust everywhere. I could hardly breathe no matter how small I pulled myself in and curled my tail over my nose. The noise had been going on for days. All the other kitties had been taken away and I was the only one left. Maybe they got hammered and even eaten!
But then this one Big Thing looked at me for a while and put me in a box. I couldn't see anything! And then the box was lifted up and I felt movement that I couldn't see and that was scary too. I puked, too and that was smelly. It even got in my fur. The box changed directions, and I hadn't moved not no one little bit at all! When the box stopped moving around, I was in a very quiet place and I waited very patiently for a chance to escape.
But I couldn't escape. The Big Thing reached into the box and held me up and said "Oh My Goodness, look at you". I know I smelled bad, but it wasn't my fault, really it wasn't. I couldn't help it being turned and turned and scared all like that. I was so embarrassed and worried about what was going to happen to me. I wanted to see my Momma again and be groomed and warmed and comforted. And then The Big Thing put me into a hard round bowl and wetted me. I thought I was going to drown. I struggled and struggled but he was way too strong!
After just forever, the water stopped and I was wrapped up in a big Momma-like cloth. I mean, it was warm like Momma and I was covered all over. I even got dry. I was shivering so bad at first I thought I would die, but it really started to feel good after 10 or 20 mouse-thoughts. I was so warm I fell asleep when The Big Thing held me on his lap all wrapped up.
When I was unwrapped, I ran away as fast as I could and hid. For one thing, I didn't want to get wetted again, and I could smell a Big Kitty all around me (and it wasn't Momma). I found a tiny little cave to hide in that only I could fit in to. And I stayed in there a whole light and dark! I peed in a corner, but I was so hungry. I could smell food outside the cave, but I was afraid to leave my hidey-cave. And there was that Big Kitty out there somewhere! A big blobby paw finally pushed some wet food (WET FOOD – I hadn't seen wet food for a week!) into my hidey-cave. I ate it so fast I almost bit The Big Thing's paw. And I followed some of it slightly outside my cave. But I stayed inside. A shallow bowl of water was pushed inside my cave.
That dark, the Big Kitty came and smelled my cave opening, but she couldn't get inside. The next light, I heard the Big Kitty complain as she was picked up and put behind some barrier. Later that day, I could smell The Big Thing sitting outside my little cave for a long time. I came out and sniffed his paw. He didn't seem to be trying to catch and eat me, so I sniffed a little more. Suddenly, I realized he was grooming me. Little rubbings of his weird wavery paws that felt good. Felt REALLY good! And I really didn't like being in that cave with my own pee and stuff, I mean, I could hardly breathe. But his paws felt so good…
After that, I wouldn't stay away from him. All I wanted was more of that scratchy stuff he did! Around the ears and neck was so great. I was a bit nervous when he picked me up the first time. The ground was so far away and I was afraid I would fall. But he is so big and warm… I fell asleep draped over his shoulder. I followed him everywhere after the scratching thing. I wasn't going to miss an opportunity for that at all. For such a Big Thing, he was slow to move and I could always see those paws coming first to scratch my ears.
After a few darks, he started saying the same word to me over and over "Skeeter". Whenever he said it, it meant I was going to get scratched or fed (and he gave me great food), so whenever I heard that word, I learned to pay attention ! He also uses that word when those little flying bugs come around and he scratches himself after that, so maybe that's why he says it when he scratches me.
When I first saw The Big Thing, I was in a small cage in a big wooden cave with lots of dust and noise around me all the time. I was so young and terrified! Big Things hammering on walls, Big Things knocking down shelves. Noise and smelly chalky dust everywhere. I could hardly breathe no matter how small I pulled myself in and curled my tail over my nose. The noise had been going on for days. All the other kitties had been taken away and I was the only one left. Maybe they got hammered and even eaten!
But then this one Big Thing looked at me for a while and put me in a box. I couldn't see anything! And then the box was lifted up and I felt movement that I couldn't see and that was scary too. I puked, too and that was smelly. It even got in my fur. The box changed directions, and I hadn't moved not no one little bit at all! When the box stopped moving around, I was in a very quiet place and I waited very patiently for a chance to escape.
But I couldn't escape. The Big Thing reached into the box and held me up and said "Oh My Goodness, look at you". I know I smelled bad, but it wasn't my fault, really it wasn't. I couldn't help it being turned and turned and scared all like that. I was so embarrassed and worried about what was going to happen to me. I wanted to see my Momma again and be groomed and warmed and comforted. And then The Big Thing put me into a hard round bowl and wetted me. I thought I was going to drown. I struggled and struggled but he was way too strong!
After just forever, the water stopped and I was wrapped up in a big Momma-like cloth. I mean, it was warm like Momma and I was covered all over. I even got dry. I was shivering so bad at first I thought I would die, but it really started to feel good after 10 or 20 mouse-thoughts. I was so warm I fell asleep when The Big Thing held me on his lap all wrapped up.
When I was unwrapped, I ran away as fast as I could and hid. For one thing, I didn't want to get wetted again, and I could smell a Big Kitty all around me (and it wasn't Momma). I found a tiny little cave to hide in that only I could fit in to. And I stayed in there a whole light and dark! I peed in a corner, but I was so hungry. I could smell food outside the cave, but I was afraid to leave my hidey-cave. And there was that Big Kitty out there somewhere! A big blobby paw finally pushed some wet food (WET FOOD – I hadn't seen wet food for a week!) into my hidey-cave. I ate it so fast I almost bit The Big Thing's paw. And I followed some of it slightly outside my cave. But I stayed inside. A shallow bowl of water was pushed inside my cave.
That dark, the Big Kitty came and smelled my cave opening, but she couldn't get inside. The next light, I heard the Big Kitty complain as she was picked up and put behind some barrier. Later that day, I could smell The Big Thing sitting outside my little cave for a long time. I came out and sniffed his paw. He didn't seem to be trying to catch and eat me, so I sniffed a little more. Suddenly, I realized he was grooming me. Little rubbings of his weird wavery paws that felt good. Felt REALLY good! And I really didn't like being in that cave with my own pee and stuff, I mean, I could hardly breathe. But his paws felt so good…
After that, I wouldn't stay away from him. All I wanted was more of that scratchy stuff he did! Around the ears and neck was so great. I was a bit nervous when he picked me up the first time. The ground was so far away and I was afraid I would fall. But he is so big and warm… I fell asleep draped over his shoulder. I followed him everywhere after the scratching thing. I wasn't going to miss an opportunity for that at all. For such a Big Thing, he was slow to move and I could always see those paws coming first to scratch my ears.
After a few darks, he started saying the same word to me over and over "Skeeter". Whenever he said it, it meant I was going to get scratched or fed (and he gave me great food), so whenever I heard that word, I learned to pay attention ! He also uses that word when those little flying bugs come around and he scratches himself after that, so maybe that's why he says it when he scratches me.
August 25, 2006
WE HAVE A BLOG!
The Big Thing In The House has been reading PsychoKitty for 2 times of snow and we have seen pictures of kitties all that time. Sometimes he would laugh or cry and tell us about the other kitties! He finally explained to us (after we walked on the keyboard enough times) that he was reading about the kitties we saw the pictures of. Apparently, it finally connected to The Big Thing that we wanted to try it ourselves.
We don't know how this works out, but we're always willing to give anything a try.
So, we'll start with introductions and then mention a few things about meeting The Big Thing and our kittenhoods in upcoming posts.
-----
I'm Skeeter. I'm the oldest, so I get to start first! I've seen 13 snowy times and 14 hot times. The Big Thing says I was born on July 4th, and that seems pretty important to him, so I'm SPECIAL! I'm orange with a white belly and socks and I am just the handsomest cat there ever was. I'm just a big rippling mass of muscle and I can reach up and paw The Big Thing's belt when we are both on our hind legs! I weighed 16 pound-things once, but I've slimmed down to 14 (all the better to chase those tree-rats outside). Someday, I'll catch one, too! Little sister is fun to play with, but she is mean sometimes.
-----
LC here. "Big Bother" thinks he is sooooo hot stuff, but I know better. We laid out snowy-time sticks once and he only had one more than I did! Big deal… And his precious orange and white fur? Hah, black and white is much nicer and straight-forward, and I am a very straight-forward kitty. If it smells good or it moves, I eat it! When Skeeter was fat, I was lean at 8 pound-things. I'm 10 pounds now and I can knock him right over (when he isn't looking). And when we get done playing, most of the fur-on-the-floor is his. Hah! But he is big and warm, and he is a good groomer, so I like sleeping next to him. When I am tired of being groomed, I just bite his ear (not hard, you know, but it keeps him in his place).
-----
The Big Thing is showing us pictures of ourselves, and we will be choosing some to use soon…
Next – The mystery of the names
Skeeter&LC
The Big Thing In The House has been reading PsychoKitty for 2 times of snow and we have seen pictures of kitties all that time. Sometimes he would laugh or cry and tell us about the other kitties! He finally explained to us (after we walked on the keyboard enough times) that he was reading about the kitties we saw the pictures of. Apparently, it finally connected to The Big Thing that we wanted to try it ourselves.
We don't know how this works out, but we're always willing to give anything a try.
So, we'll start with introductions and then mention a few things about meeting The Big Thing and our kittenhoods in upcoming posts.
-----
I'm Skeeter. I'm the oldest, so I get to start first! I've seen 13 snowy times and 14 hot times. The Big Thing says I was born on July 4th, and that seems pretty important to him, so I'm SPECIAL! I'm orange with a white belly and socks and I am just the handsomest cat there ever was. I'm just a big rippling mass of muscle and I can reach up and paw The Big Thing's belt when we are both on our hind legs! I weighed 16 pound-things once, but I've slimmed down to 14 (all the better to chase those tree-rats outside). Someday, I'll catch one, too! Little sister is fun to play with, but she is mean sometimes.
-----
LC here. "Big Bother" thinks he is sooooo hot stuff, but I know better. We laid out snowy-time sticks once and he only had one more than I did! Big deal… And his precious orange and white fur? Hah, black and white is much nicer and straight-forward, and I am a very straight-forward kitty. If it smells good or it moves, I eat it! When Skeeter was fat, I was lean at 8 pound-things. I'm 10 pounds now and I can knock him right over (when he isn't looking). And when we get done playing, most of the fur-on-the-floor is his. Hah! But he is big and warm, and he is a good groomer, so I like sleeping next to him. When I am tired of being groomed, I just bite his ear (not hard, you know, but it keeps him in his place).
-----
The Big Thing is showing us pictures of ourselves, and we will be choosing some to use soon…
Next – The mystery of the names
Skeeter&LC
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)