Hi, I'm Herman. I thought I would show off a bit of my tummy floof for you. I'm not sure that I've found my "voice" yet, so how I write may change in time. My Mom is trying to learn how to take pictures of me, but she's not very good yet. Can you see my gold eyes? She is good at spoiling me. I have found out that I don't even have to wake her up for breakfast any more. She always sees to it that I have plenty of food out. This is a good thing because I nibble all day and part of the night. Today I discovered that I like cold macaroni and cheese. My Mom put the cold container out on counter and went to get a plate. I hopped up and started sniffing it, so she gave me some. She left me for a while this afternoon and when she got back, she had a big box with her. This is what was in it:
Karen Jo: This was most frustrating to put together as the directions and photos of what it's supposed to look like do not match. There is supposed to be a third ramp, but there is a gap of about an inch between the bracket and the hole the bolt is supposed to go in. I guess I could get a really long bolt, but it doesn't seem worth the bother.
I have also discovered that my Mom will share the big sleeping place with me. When she got in last night I jumped up and went to see her. She had this funny square thing in her hands, but I got in front of it and demanded attention. Pretty soon she turned off the light and we went to sleep. There is this really soft blanket over her feet and I slept there some, but mostly I slept up beside her shoulder. I didn't stay there all night, as there are interesting things to do in the night-time, like bat all my toys around, snack and take care of kitty business, but I was there when she woke up. She seemed really happy about this for some reason.
Later she got out a long stick and got my mousie out from under where it had disappeared. I was so happy that I batted it all around the slick floor. Then she started carrying things out the door. I got really interested in the fresh air coming in from under the second door, but Mom didn't seem to like that. Do you know what she did to me? She picked me up and carried me back into the really big room where I like to hang out. A big mancat like me, being carried. Oh, the indignity of it all! I really squirmed, but she wouldn't let go until she put me down.
After she ate, she got out the feathers on a string thing again. So far it hasn't seemed very interesting to me, but this time I discovered that if I tried, I could catch it. I can also make the feathers bounce around if I bat them. I was having fun until I swatted it hard. It went way up then came down again, right at me. I got spooked and ran away.
My foster lady came to see me today. I still don't like her much. She sat down on the floor with me and I let her pet me a little, but not much. She wiggled my kicker toy at me and I showed her how I play with it. She was really happy about that. She brought me my old bed. I sniffed it and I have stuck my head in it, but I think I like my new one better. Yawn, talking about beds makes me feel sleepy. I think it's nap time again.