Thursday, February 28, 2013

Nala's Day

Dear Journal:

Today I got up, greeted the sun, and ate my breakfast. After my plate was licked clean, the morning game could begin. I jumped in and out and in and out of a paper bag. I'm quite good at finding ways to entertain myself.

I then set upon my daily routine. I like my routine! I explored the bathroom while my human foster mother got ready for the day. I like to investigate the bathroom! As soon as she opened the door, I bounded into her bedroom and jumped onto the bed.  Time for my daily round of blanket monster! I slayed it, as usual. I always get that monster!

I then played tag with some of the cats at my foster house. I was quite tired when the game ended. I went to my momma (you may know her as Ellie) and sunk my head into her chest. She licked my ears. And for good measure, she bit one of them! Mothers.

After my morning nap, I sat in my window perch and chattered away at some of the birds outside. When one of them eyeballed me, I gave them a talking to and showed them my belly. That'll show 'em who's boss!

I played another game of tag with the cats in the house. I took another nap.

In the evening when the human caregiver came home, she and I played "catch the birdie" with a dangling feather on a stick. I'm quite good at that game. It doesn't matter how high she swings that feather. I can leap up and get it. I think I'm quite graceful with my twists and turns. I can even pirouette!

I got my belly rubbed after I ate my dinner. I love having my belly rubbed!

Now it's off to bed. I had a good day. Basically, I'm sitting here waiting for the day when I get adopted. Will it be tomorrow? Will it be the day after? Some day. A cat can only hope. My human foster mother tells me, "There's a person out there for every cat. Yours will find you." I'm waiting. I'm waiting patiently. Where is my someone?

Monday, February 18, 2013

Wanted: You!

I'm Nala! 

Wanted: Someone who likes a goofy cat. Really goofy. With a big, goofy heart. Someone who likes my crazy sheep-like meow. I don't really meow. I baaaaa.  

  • Someone with a well placed bird feeder. I like to look out the window to watch birds and squirrels. I yowl when I get excited about what's outside. This is my time to get a little zany. I have been known to show my belly to the neighbors.
  • Someone who understands what a "near cat" is. I like to lay beside you, near you, to have my ears scratched and my belly rubbed. I haven't quite mastered sitting on a lap (my brothers keep pushing me off) but I might eventually become a lap cat. I do like to be petted. It makes me purr. 
  • Someone who has a cat tunnel tube (or knows where to get one!). This is my favorite toy! I could spend hours in the tube (and do). And it's okay if you reach your hand in to pet me while I'm in the tunnel. I'll even give you my belly to pet while I'm in there! 
  • Someone who has a sweet tooth. I am an incredibly sweet cat. 
  • Someone who likes an easy going cat. That's me. I am so easy going that I don't cry or even flinch when getting my nails trimmed. I consider it spa time! 
  • Someone who likes my mother Ellie. I would love to go home with my mother. She's calm and sweet like me (and she's a lap cat!). My mother is my best friend. My mother understands me. She's a wonderful mother. 
I'm Ellie the momma cat with my beloved pipe cleaner! 

Wanted : Someone who sits a lot. I am a lap cat! I LOVE to be petted. 

  • Someone with a vast collection of pipe cleaners. They're one of my favorite toys. My children don't understand the beauty of a simple pipe cleaner... until I'm playing with one and then they steal it from me. I'm also a huge fan of the laser pointer. 
  • Someone who appreciates an older gal. I'm not ancient (my children like to tell me I am). I'm probably about 5 years old. I lived on the streets for a bit. That's where I had my four orange babies. Although I am street saavy, I am not a tough girl. I'm a sweet girl who was a little down on her luck for a bit. 
  • Someone who likes a good, sweet girl. I am calm, quiet, sweet, friendly, with a lot of wisdom. 
  • Someone who has a good heart. Someone who will never let me go. I lived on the streets. It's cold and scary. I would like a forever home. 
  • Someone who is a two cat person. I would love to be adopted with my daughter Nala. She is a sweet girl (if I do say so myself). We have a strong mother-daughter bond. I love to wash her face. She comes to me for comfort. Once a mother, always a mother. 

Orange You Glad You Saw Us?

Things that are orange:
  • Oranges
  • Fire
  • Pumpkins
  • Doritos
  • Monarch butterflies
  • Traffic cones
  • Sunsets
  • Ellie & Nala

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Black Kitten Woes

"Black Dog Syndrome" applies even to cats. Black cats (and dogs) are often the last to be adopted and the first to be put to sleep.  Even in the 21st century, people are still superstitious about black cats. Black cats are associated with witchcraft. People don't want to cross paths with a black cat. Hollywood always makes them out to be evil (well, all cats it seems). And, in the month of October, shelters stop the adoption of black cats for the entire month. This is out of fear that people will torture/sacrifice the black cat or will use it as a prop for a Halloween party (and then promptly "return" it once Halloween is over). People also want a unique looking cat and one that is all black is something everyone has seen before.

Millie and Louie have a double whammy against them. Not only are both all black cats, but these all black cats want to be adopted together.

There are so many reasons to adopt this pair! As the fashion sites point out, black is always in fashion. It's also slimming. So, adopt a black cat and always look skinny (when the cat is sitting on your lap) and be fashionable. If those aren't reasons enough, how about the fact that they're time savers? You'll never have to give a black cat a bath because they never look dirty (the same can't be said for white cats!). And you'll never have to lint roll your black pants or little black dress. The hair blends in.

Studies have shown that black cats tend to be the friendliest of all colors, the most laid back, and the most social. Millie and Louie completely agree.

Millie and Louie are brother and sister. While they may have matching fur color, they have complementary personalities. Louie is pure gusto. Millie is a bit shyer. Louie commands attention. Millie has a subtle presence. Both are incredibly affectionate, warm, cuddly, friendly, and just plain great kittens.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Louie's List of Things to Do Today

10. Write my memoirs. 
  9. Look up the definition of "memoirs." 
  8. Wrestle with Millie. Win match. 
  7. Practice running from one end of the house to the other. Record times. Try to beat record. 
  6. Find something new to play with. 
  5. Note to self: Haven't looked under fridge recently. Must remember to do that today. 
  4. Get top of head kissed many, many times. Go back and get more kisses. 
  3. Ask Millie how her day is going. Look concerned. 
  2. Play with every single toy. When done with that, play with them all again. 
  1. Get adopted with Millie. 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Millie's Top 10 Thoughts for Today

10. Louie's looking at me. I'm going to pounce on him. 
  9. I wonder what's for breakfast?
  8. I like birds. Time to look out my favorite window! 
  7. Louie's looking at me... again. I'm going to bop him. 
  6. When are we going to get adopted? 
  5. Where's my favorite lap? I need my ears scratched. 
  4. Time to wrestle with Louie! 
  3. I've been working on my cute face. I'm going to get us adopted today! 
  2. Where is my sparkly ball? I'll bet Louie took it. I'm going to pounce on him. 
  1. Sigh. I need my forever home!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Louie's Top Ten Favorite Toys

10. A puffy sparkly ball
  9. A crinkly ball
  8. A stuffed mouse
  7. A Yeowie catnip stuffed pillow
  6. The laser pointer
  5. His sister Millie's tail
  4. His own tail
  3. A plastic bottle cap
  2. Dust
  1. Anything that he can find under the couch or bed or in a closet or under the fridge that you've forgotten about, didn't know existed, or can't for the life of you figure out where it came from