The Couch
It is always the best part of the day. She gets home, and I know food is coming soon. I rub against her leg and let her scratch me on the head like she usually does.
“I know – you guys are starving.” Read more
The Beauty In Their Eyes
It has been 17 sunrises since my little ones were born. Today Phoebe, my youngest, finally opened her eyes. She was the last of my litter to open them. Titan, of course, was the first after 13, and the rest little by little until Phoebe. I was a little nervous something was wrong, since I saw my first light after only 7 setting suns. I then realized they would be long-haired like their father. Read more
Rabbit Treats
This morning, the sun had not yet risen, but I knew it was time to rise. Surrounded by pillows, blankets, and bodies, I nestled my head a little bit deeper into her arm one last time. A much needed rest after all the hard work I spent searching for treats the day before. Then I remembered – FOOD. I am starved. I wasn’t even thinking about food until I actually realized it was morning and I had not eaten anything through the whole night. Read more
The Parliament Wig
Earlier this week, I found a really silly wig-looking thing. I batted at it and gripped it with my claws, trying to get a feel for its purpose. Light, twirly and shiny – but still a mystery. Then, one of my foster parents came over to me, probably after seeing how confused I was playing with it. He picked it up and dangled it above my head – typical. Read more
The Adoption Event Experience
Coal and I were two of the oldest there. Still, it was good to get ourselves out of the house and meet some new people. This was definitely not where Coal could thrive and show his personality. He mostly stayed curled in the corner of the cage. He said he was still so nervous from all the other times we were at shelters. It certainly helped having our foster human stay by our side while she told everyone about us. Read more
Coalie Ravioli
At first it may seem I am shy about my eating, but that’s because I am a little picky. When the food is new to me, I have to smell it, get used to it, and see if the other cats are OK after they eat it. It’s a process, but once I get around to eating, I lose track of which bowl is which – which is mine, which is Iron’s – and I just eat all of it. My new foster parents even started calling me Coalie Ravioli. I know what a ravioli is, too. It’s a piece of pasta stuffed with food. Heh – just like me.
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I still can’t believe my eyes. My precious kittens, so young, so healthy and so, so cute! Every moment that passes becomes my new favorite moment. They crawl, cry and wobble their little heads, searching for comfort, cuddles and more of mother’s milk. Finally, with full bellies, they all pile together, twitching and dreaming. Read more
My Little Moons!
I awoke early just as the sun rose letting its warmth in through the windows. The kittens kicking in my belly kept me from sleeping in so I decided to walk it off. Anxiously pacing back and forth, I could feel my body sending me signs, telling me to prepare. Today was the day.
A Crush
Lately I have been able to put my guard down and daydream. Way back before all the chaos and change I often let my mind wander off. It’s always been in my nature to let my thoughts take me away. I know I have been through a lot and have reason to be jumpy but I do get startled at random sounds or I don’t notice that someone was walking toward me because often my mind is elsewhere. Read more
Looking For A Safe Place
I was searching, searching for days for a place somewhere safe. I dont know how these things work. Momma said when the time came I would know but Im just not so sure. What if I don’t know what to do? What if I make a mistake? This once adventurous world was now so scary with too many dangerous predators to raise a litter. Read more