The Continuing Saga to Win Danny Over — Day 24

Day 24 was even better because Danny licked me three times across my back.   Color me happy.  She also hissed at Pacey for doing something, but I couldn’t tell what.  I think she likes me better.  Either that or she’s feeling maternal towards me, which she never felt towards Pacey as they are closer in age.

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

Big Sister Danny Girl — Day 23

This is my big sister Danny.  She is playing with the Starchaser toy that mommy bought for me.  I don’t mind sharing.  In fact, I like it.  As you bat the ball around the track, it lights up.

Danny had her own smaller unit that Mommy bought her when she was a kitten.  Back then, there was no lighted balls.  But Mommy did buy a replacement ball for Danny’s track and so that one lights up now, too.  This one is in the living room, hers is in the den.

Hers used to be in the master bedroom, but for some reason, mommy didn’t like me playing with it when she was trying to sleep, so it got banished to the den.

The best part of watching Danny play is that afterwards she came by and started sniffing me, even as I was playing with brother Pacey’s feather toy.  I think I’m making progress with her.  Yea!  She’s a hard nut to crack, even though she’s given me the run of the condo.

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

In the Bag — Day 22

There was nothing very spectacular about Day 22 of my life in my forever home, except that Mommy did grocery shopping  and brought the goods  home in her little grocery cart.  I’ve never had a chance to explore what’s inside it, so I tried waiting for her to put away all the groceries.  I really did.  But it was taking so long.  I couldn’t help myself.  I finally jumped in when most of them were removed.  So here I am exploring the bag when mommy caught me red-pawed.

Later, I was able to talk brother Pacey into playing with the same mouse as me and at the same time.  We batted it back and forth between us.  Making progress…

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

To Do or Not to Do — Day 21

On Day 21,  I sat in front of Danny’s purple-colored litter box, contemplating using it.  We have four in the house, but this is the only one that has a hood and a door in it — the other three are wide open.  Not that I don’t think those three are fine to use, they are, but why should Danny Girl have one all to herself?

Problem is that Danny was sitting a few feet away, watching me.  Since I’m trying to make friends with her, I don’t think it’d be a good idea to antagonize her.

So instead, I popped over under her nose and lo and behold, she stretched out to sniff me and then walked away.  She didn’t hiss or slap out at me. I’m making progress.

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

My Story on The Animal Rescue Site

Mommy put my story on The Animal Rescue site.  You can read it here.

I hope everybody goes and reads it.  I hope my story will inspire others to rescue kitties like me and give them a good home.  I don’t think there is a feline alive that doesn’t want a family to love and watch over.  And play with.

And if you click the purple button, you’ll help feed those kitties who are still awaiting their forever homes.  And perhaps when they have contests to give money to shelters, you could vote for Pink Paws Rescue & Adoptions where my foster mom Carol did such a great job preparing me for my forever home and for finding me the best one.

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

Lethal Weapons – Day 19

Mommy complains that overnight, my paws have become lethal weapons… something about needle-like claws, she says.  When just the other day, she was bending them, they were so fragile and soft.

But talk about lethal weapons!!!  She approached me with some kind of scissors like thing that she called clippers.  And she put its jaws around my fragile little nail.  Yikes!

She wonders why I was trying to yank my paw from her grip and snarling… well, okay, not snarling, more like hissing… or like crying out, you betrayed me.  Can you blame me?  I’m not used to that cold hard steel bearing down on my little claw.

Besides, I need those claws.  How am I going to defend myself against the monsters under the bed and the things that go bump in the night?  And more importantly, against Danny Girl?  She hasn’t exactly jumped for joy at my being here, even though I’m trying.

Thank the cat heavens that she only managed to snip away at the front paws and only did those lightly.  My back paws are untouched and are as I came into this world.

I also am growing fast.  I now weigh 4.2 lbs, which is up from the 3.4 lbs I was at the vet’s office.

Despite the assault on my paws by my once beloved mommy, I did  have a good day.  Brother Pacey was washing my ears this morning.  And other parts.  You can see from the picture how much I enjoy it.

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

Good News Day – Day 18

Today is the 18 th day that I have been living with my new family.  As always, it’s a great day and I’ve been having loads of fun running around and playing with my toy mice, which Mommy has started to drop into my activity box so I have to fish them out to play with them.

It’s an even greater day because I got some good news.  My foster mom Carol from Pink Paws Rescue & Adoptions reports that my birth sisters got adopted by a very nice family.  I am so pleased for them.  I almost felt guilty to have such a wonderful family when they didn’t.  Now I don’t have to worry about them.

And I celebrated this wonderful news by playing with Pacey on the starchaser track, as you can see here to the right.

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

Poop Tales – Day 17

Pacey was sniffing my butt today.  I let him do it so that he’d get to know my scent, but it seems like he’s another one of those adult cats who seem to be overly concerned with kittens eliminating in the right place and keeping themselves clean. As if we, as kittens, don’t know how to clean ourselves properly.

Just because Mommy has jumped the gun a couple of times and cleaned my butt for me, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do it.  In fact, unlike my brother Pacey, who seems to have forgotten he’s supposed to bury his poop, I am already very good at burying mine.  Jeez, what if some jungle animals came sniffing around?  They wouldn’t smell me, but dollars to donuts, they’d smell his pile in the litter box.

In fact, there are times he  poops on the throw rugs in front of the litter box, despite the fact there are four of them.  Count them.  Four.  This then makes a mess for Mommy, because she has to change and wash the throw rugs.

Neither Danny or I do this.  We bury ours, so then we don’t mind going back in the box if Mommy is still sleeping or off to work and isn’t home to be the fastest scoop in the West.  Doesn’t mean we are any less fastidious, we just know that if we bury it, we can put our paws down near it without getting them inside it.

And he has the nerve to check my butt to make sure I’ve cleaned myself up.

Working the System – Day 16

In the beginning, Mommy used to closely watch Pacey and me playing because she was worried that he’d hurt me.  She can quit worrying because I can handle him.

But occasionally, he does get a bit rougher than he means to.  After all, he is much bigger than me and weighs 10 lbs to my 3.  But I have a clever way of dealing with those times.  I just run over to Mommy and sit between her feet, no matter where she’s sitting or standing.  Then I can give Pacey this daring look: “Just try to  get me now, I’ve got mommy to protect me.”

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…

Meeting My New Vet for the First Time – Day 15

Today, Mommy took me to meet my new vet who will be taking care of me from now on, Dr. Jones of Blue Cross Pet Hospital.  It was time for my booster shot.  Dr. Jones said I was a handsome kitty.  Let me take a moment to bask in that glory.

Okay, I’m back.  She checked me out and seemed surprised that I hadn’t been neutered (I refuse to say fixed, because there is nothing wrong with me, and hence, I don’t need to be ‘fixed’).  Mommy pointed out on the card from the rescue organization that I had been neutered on August 21st.

Dr Jones said she is pretty sure she feels a testicle up there inside me.  But just in case it is scar tissue or a fat deposit, she will check me again in three weeks when I come in for the last booster shot I need.  If it is scar tissue, it will have shrunken.  If it is a missed testicle, well… it will grow bigger.

Mommy promptly alerted my foster mom as to this snafu and explained that we will know for sure in three weeks.  Foster mom said that she would want me checked out by her vet, which was what my mommy wanted, too, since he would have to make good on the botched job.

Then mommy teased me about hiding the testicle from the vet so I could remain a boy.  But I didn’t do that, honest!  After all, I don’t really need it. My brother and sister don’t have their reproductive organs.  And Mommy is not going to let me go outside where I could get run over by a car, or mauled by dogs or coyotes, or hurt by evil people.  The only time she takes me out is in my pet stroller, where I ride safe and secure, while she pushes me along as she walks for exercise.

I’m hoping that this is a false alarm, because I really don’t want to be taken from my wonderful forever home, even for a few hours.

I also got weighed today.  I weigh 3 lbs, 4 oz.  That means I’ve gained a whole pound since Mommy weighed me at home — where I was 2 lbs, 4 oz.

Mommy also had me microchipped, just like my brother and sister.  That way, if a disaster like an earthquake happens and I’m separated from my mommy and my siblings, she’ll be able to find me again.  I’m glad she has the foresight to do that for me.

This is Mischief Kirk meowing off for now…