Gotcha Day


Woo-hoo!!!!  My sister and I have been adopted at last!!

On Monday the nice man and lady who visited us over the weekend came back to visit us again.  This time they did a lot of talking to the principals about getting us out of this boarding school and home schooling us instead.

My sister and I (and our six other brothers and sisters) were born in May under some lady’s porch.  Our Mama Cat protected us from the lady, but one day the lady noticed how sick we were and took us to a doctor to get better.  Then the doctor stole my eye and wouldn’t give it back!!  They said something about an “infection” and “blind” and the next thing you know, I have a permanent wink.  My sister was given all kinds of medications, and one of our other sisters had both of her eyes stolen!!  After being at the hospital, we stayed at a different lady’s house, inside this time, and she called herself “FosterMom”.

Just when we started to get comfortable at FosterMom’s house, she enrolled us in boarding school!!  We stayed there for a little while and then FosterMom came back to visit us and told us that we would soon be going to “our furrever home”.  I guess that meant that we would be graduating from boarding school.

This nice man and lady came to visit us and they played with us and then we got ready to graduate.  For the graduation ceremony, the man and lady put a very small portable room out for us to see.  My sister and I walked right in to investigate!  How were we to know that they would lock the door behind us?  But now we know for next time…

There was a big grey kitty that graduated from boarding school with us, and got adopted by the nice man and lady.  Luckily he got his own portable room to himself, as there wasn’t any room left in ours.

All of us let the man and lady know we were not happy about the cramped quarters.  The next thing you know, it was very dark and it felt like the whole world was moving!  After a while, the world stopped moving, and the man and lady carried the portable rooms into their house.

The man and the lady let out the big grey kitty first and let him explore.  Sister and I complained about this grave injustice, and eventually we got let out too.

Wow, are there a lot of places to explore and play here!  They even have two sets of stairs for us to play Thundering Herd of Elephants!!  And there are even these really cool hurdles between some of the doorways for me to get lots of practice with my high jump!

So that’s the story of my life so far.  Luckily the nice man and lady have lots of computers here.  So I should not have much trouble getting onto the Internet to blog, what with Big Grey Kitty and Sister also wanting to blog.

I think we’re gonna like it here.


Hello world!  I’m finally settled!

Yesterday, I moved into my new forever home.  It seems to be a nice place, but I haven’t fully investigated it yet.

The servants who run it keep saying “you look just like Clyde!”  I finally figured out that “Clyde” was a previous resident who went to The Rainbow Bridge earlier this year.

I came to this new home in a roundabout way.  My previous ‘forever home’ turned out to be not-so-forever.  It wasn’t nice of them to remove my necktie and just leave me outside on someone’s doorstep!  Humans … will they ever learn? Next, I wound up in some sort of animal prison for awhile. I got rescued from prison “in the nick of time” to someone who called herself my “Foster Mom” and who kept rambling on about my PAWS.  She kept me in the basement for a few days while I just chilled out.

My Foster Mom took me to a brightly lit place that was rather small and restrictive for my rather large body.  I think it was a college for intelligent cats like myself because it was called PetSmart.  I was happy to have two rooms to spread out in, but the windows were rather annoying, and the neighbors were rather rambunctious.  Small humans would frequently tap on the window, too.  Jeez, it was hard to sleep!

Eventually, a nice man and woman came to play with me.  I thought “they’ll do”, and decided to choose them as my new servants.  So here I am.

Turns out a couple of young hoodlums also chose these servants at the same time.  I thought I’d have my own blog to report from, but apparently not.  The servants have indicated that I’ve got to share this space with Mr. Tuxedo and Ms. Brown-Tabby (they haven’t told me their names yet, and I’m content to keep to myself for now).  Oh, the bother.

I haven’t told the servants my name yet, but they’ll discover it soon enough.  For now, they’re calling me “Silver”.   More soon as things develop.