Hi, it's been so long since I've blogged that you've all probably forgotten about me. Losing Brody and Cissy really knocked the stuffing out of me. I had faithfully promised the vet lady who had found them and hand-raised them (they were abandoned by their mother at birth) that I would take good care of them for the rest of their lives. When that turned out to be only a matter of months I felt awful and guilty, though there was nothing more I could have done. I lost my heart for blogging and went back to playing games and one thing followed another and I just didn't blog. I feel better about the whole thing now and will try to blog fairly regularly, though my life is rather hectic right now and I don't know how often I will do it. It's been so long that I can't find my camera. I had my bedroom windows replaced with more efficient ones and everything got packed up. I will make a concerted effort to find it. There have been two more additions to my cat family and I'm going to start with Bentley.
Bentley: Hi, I came to live here several months ago. I had a pretty good life for most of my life, despite being front declawed. I'm 13 years old and shortly before I came here some mean people got hold of me and turned me into an outside cat. That's how I got FeLV. I lost all trust in people and started to dislike everyone and everything. Some other people came and put me in a cage and took me to the vet, which I hated. I hissed and snarled at them all. I was diagnosed and it was suggested that because of my age and my nasty disposition that I be packed off to the Rainbow Bridge. Luckily for me the Humane Society stepped in and they rescued me. They contacted Felines & Friends of Santa Fe and they contacted Karen Jo. She took me in, but I didn't like her either.
Timed passed and Karen Jo kept petting me through the hisses and snarls and I finally decided that not only was she ok, she was great. I call her Mom now. At first I stayed in my room, but that got boring after a couple of days, so I came out and started hissing and snarling at all the other kitties who live here. Eventually I settled down and stopped hissing and growling at the other kitties, except Oja. I don't like her at all.
Oja: That's because I let you know right away who's the boss around here.
Bentley: Oh, go ahead. Rub it in. I'm the oldest, so I should be boss.
Oja: I was boss before you came and I am going to stay the boss. Just get used to it.
Bentley: Anyway, things were going great until Mom got mean and gave my room to another cat. I stayed mad about that for a couple of weeks. I got used to it, though, and things are back to normal. I spend most of my time just lying around, but I do love to get attention from Mom. I also love large catnip toys. I rub my face all over them and drool on them.
Spyro: Much to the disgust of us other catnip toy lovers. Bentley drool is a bit off-putting when I want to rub my face all over a catnip toy.
Bentley: Big deal. It dries in just a little while and there are plenty of toys to go around. I don't indulge in kitty wrestling, which is a big sport around here. I snarl at any kitty who tries it with me.
Bambino: I'm the only one who tried it and you smacked me in the head. I won't try it again, I promise.
Tabitha: Bentley smacked me in the head, too, and I was only trying to be friendly. I rubbed up against him and he hit me.
Bentley: I am sorry about that one. I wasn't used to you yet. I won't smack you again unless you pounce me like Bambino did. I still miss my room and go in sometimes when the door is open, which isn't often. There's a weird kitty in there who hides all the time.
Karen Jo: That's Joni. We'll talk about her next time.
