Monkeys & Dolphins

I am SO offended.  Mommy showed me a picture of a monkey.  I look nothing like a monkey!  I don't have a red butt; I don't have a blue face!  I am very beautiful brown and cream! Although, I would like a set of those teeth.  Imagine all the kleenex I could shred with those things.  I guess my name does mean Naughty like a Monkey and they do call me Monkey sometimes.  To be fair they call me their little brown monkey, not their big red and blue monkey. 

I was complaining a little bit to That Guy about being called Monkey and he said that I sound kind of like the little monkeys at something called the University.  I want to go see them but he says we can't. I think he means he can't.  I don't see why I can't go.  Mommy says I sound like a Dolphin with my little ee, ee, ee's.  I have a very tiny, feminine, and maybe a little squeaky voice!

I've been following a strict diet of water, kibble and Temptations and I think it is beginning to show.  I told this to my Mommy and she said "yes, you are getting a little tubby".  Huh?  I am still my sleek self.  I don't know what she's talking about.  I meant that my fur is getting softer.  Some people.


I like my Mommy and That Guy anyways.  They do very interesting things, so I follow them around until one of us falls asleep.  When they walk by I look at them and say hello.  I even smile at them showing up my nice pink gums and my dainty front teeth.  They say hello back and then scratch my head or chin on their way by.  Sometimes they pick me up.  Actually they pick me up quite a bit.  At first I thought I was being molested but now I think it is kind of nice and I sing to them.

Smiling at my Mommy.  No teeth this morning.

My Indoor Tree

Wow!  Did I ever get stoned.  I have this cushion that my granny made and it is stuffed full of Okanagan Nip!  Not that commercial stuff, the good organic stuff.  I guess they used to have to take Phils pillow away from her because she would lay on it and drool all day - no eating, drinking, or litter breaks.  

Anyways I got all twitchy and so full of get up and go.  So I went.  I ran to the basement, I ran upstairs, I ran from the kitchen to the front.  I ran to a chair by the window and tried climbing the back of it.  Then I noticed something I'd never seen before . . . . . . .

A TREE!  INSIDE!  How wonderful.  I love trees.  I hunkered down and wiggled my butt in preparation for the big leap and then I heard my Mommy's voice saying 'that's not smart Tam Ling'.  I ignored her.  I'm a cat, trees are my thing.  So I lept . . . .

And the tree fell over!  I was so embarassed when I fell out of it,  I sobered up instantly.  I took another look at the tree and maybe it wasn't quite so tree like as I thought.  It was actually pretty spindly.  Mommy was crying and I went to tell Mommy that I was sorry for breaking her tree.  She said that it was okay - the tree was fine.  Turns out she wasn't crying, she was laughing so hard it looked like she was crying.  

Now I sit on a chair at the other side of the window.

It looked much bigger at the time.  Now I sit on the other chair.

Update on Rascal

Well, our house has been a little stressful these last couple of days, but I thought I should let you all know how Rascal is doing. My mommy spent alot of time with her trying to entice her to eat and drink. Now Rascal comes downstairs to visit with us, and is eating and drinking with us. I tried to play with her and she hissed at me. I guess it's too early, but I was just so excited to see her feeling better.

Now that Rascal's feeling better maybe Weed will be less cranky too. I was talking to Mommy about Weed being so mean to her, but Mommy said she understood. Mommy used to have another many colored kitty called Fill. Mommy called her this because she was always demanding “Fill my bowl”. Weed grew up with Fill and Fill was her best friend. When Fill got old she passed away and left Weed. Weed used to also have a dog buddy called Rufus.  He was a Bearded Collie.  Mommy says that he got this Cancer thing as well, and he also left Weed.  Mommy said that Weed is just worried about Rascal and blames her for Rascal being sick.  I hope that Weed realizes that I want to be her friend and I'm not going anywhere.

I helped Mommy and That Guy while Rascal was sick. I talked to them alot and let them hold me for a long time. I sang to them. Sometimes I woke up and left my cozy bed in the sunshine to play with Mommy. I even helped That Guy with the laundry. See, that's me in the picture. I'm showing That Guy where to put the clothes in the basket.

Me organizing the clothes as they are put in the basket

Mommy and I talked about my Blog. We've decided that it is easier for her to help me update my blog on Mondays.

But.... I think that my Mommy is needing another play break so I'm off.

My New Family

I thought that I would introduce you to my new family.  We all ate breakfast in the kitchen together yesterday for the first time.  It was nice.  That's the first time I've eaten with a family since my kitties were kitten-napped.  My Mommy keeps telling me that they weren't kitten-napped but went home with a nice gentleman who is looking after them and they will be well loved.  That makes me feel a little better.

Anyways, I have two older sisters.  One is a grey tabby named Weed.  I grew up on the streets, I know what Weed is.  But my Mommy swears that it is because when she was rescued she was so small she fit in a hand and two weeks later was full grown.  She says she grew like a weed, but I don't know......  I guess I'll believe her.  

My other sister is called Rascal.  She was adopted not from Street Cat, but through Street Cat.  She is  a very old Tortie.  I like her alot but unfortunately she was diagnosed with Kidney Failure the night before I came here.  She gets water from a bag  through a tube into the back of her neck.  She also gets lots of special soft food and treats.  I know she is old and sick so I don't complain about the special treatment.  Plus Mommy and That Guy told me that she seemed to have had a hard life and was going to be put down because the other kitties in her old house didn't like her.  Wow, that's harsh.

Today though Rascal took a turn for the worse.  She didn't want to talk to me or Weed and even growled at my Mommy.  My Mommy was pretty upset and spent most of the day sitting with her giving her water and trying to get her to eat some warmed up soft food.   Mommy told me that Rascal would sit with her all day and night when she was sick with something called Cancer and wanted to return the favour.  I wanted to help Mommy but I didn't know how.  I calmed my kitties by grooming them but I'm not sure that would help Mommy.  Besides, she grooms herself pretty well.  Weed sat in her lap.  So, I offered moral support.  I sat at her feet and followed her around all day, and sometimes talked to her.   I hope that Rascal is feeling better tomorrow.

3 Days Later

My new home just keeps getting better and better.  There are lots of high spots for me to sit on.  Unfortunately, my new people keep putting things on it, like cards and kleenex boxes.  I just push them onto the floor.  They don't seem to understand that I like to sit on the top of the china cupboard, and walk on the table, or the kitchen counter.  How am I supposed to look out the window if I don't?

 

They have lots of toys but I have two new favorites.  I really like kleenex boxes.  You pull one white fluffy thing out and another pops up.  You pull it out and yet another pops up. It goes on and on until That Guy or Mommy finds me.  I also really like the big long stick used for measuring.  It has something called a leather thong which is really fun to chew on.  Then I can grab the thong and drag it everywhere.  I dragged it across That Guys desk and knocked all his papers on the floor.  It was funny.  And then I got to help him pick up all the papers.  They make really nice rustley sounds.

 

I tried to visit with my people again last night.  I tried two or three times but they kept pushing me off the bed and saying be quiet, I'm sleeping.  So I told them all about my adventures while they picked all the cards and kleenex boxes up in the morning. 

 

I thought my Mommy had a foot fetish but it turns out that she was just checking my paws.  I have black pads which means I am a Seal Point kitty.  My mommy tells me that Chocolate kitties have pink pads. 

 

I have a new name.  It's a Siamese name because I am Siamese if you please.  My new name is Tam Ling.  It means Naughty like a Monkey.  I kind of like it.  It suits me because I'm kind of naughty, but I'm not sure what a Monkey is. 

 

Well this has been a long letter and my paw is getting tired cause I can only hit one key at a time.  I'm going to have a nap.

 

This is one high spot that nothing is kept on. It's far away from the window though.

 

 

 

 

Hi there

I am a Siamese kitty who was recently adopted from SCAT, an organization in Saskatoon that rescues street kitties like me.  I'm about 1 or 11/2 years old and I've had a litter of babies.  The lovely people at SCAT called me Lyra.  Here's my story starting one week ago . . . . . . . . .

I'm at my new home.  I wasn't too sure about it at first, but it seems to be okay.  I was kind of cranky to the other cats when I got here and now that I'm not so cranky they seem to remember that I was rude when I met them.  I explained that I had just lost my kitties and my cage and the pudgy cat at my old home had my toy.  They seem to be a little more understanding now.

My new mommy and "that guy" seem to be okay.  They like to scratch my chin.  I like them to scratch my chin.  They also have lots of treats.  I sang them a song yesterday.  We also chased paper and string around the room.  That was fun!

They have sunshine here.  I lay on a big squishy cushion in it all yesterday afternoon.  What luxury.  Because I got caught up on my sleep I woke up really early this morning.  So, I thought that I would go talk to my new people.  They didn't really seem to want to talk to me so I went back downstairs and snooped through a bunch of boxes and bags full of presents from something called Christmas.

But, it's nap time now so I will catch up with you all later.

This is me!  Aren't I pretty?