Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Day Three of My New Life, or Musings on Humans from a kitty's perspective.

Hello, my name is Odin. A god's name, so quite appropriate for me, since I am a cat (or will be soon) and my people were once revered as gods.

I want to tell you about my new life. I picked my humans on the weekend, and - obedient to my will - they brought me here, to my new home.  I like it. There's lots of room to run around, lots of toys to play with and always lots of cuddles.  My Daddy is very big but laughs when I chew the laces on his sneakers. He's gentle even though he has a loud voice and when I got tired he let me sleep tucked under his chin. It was warm.

My sister (huh) Simone, doesn't like me. She says rude things in cat, and must have a cold since she clears her throat a lot. I have tried to show her how to play with all the toys and even tried to help her learn how to play with me. She didn't like that either. But this morning we both had our breakfasts in the same room. She was down the other end, of course. And I like helping her, since if she doesn't manage to eat everything, I'll go and finish it for her. It's the least I can do. And because I'm only two pounds, Mummy says I need some meat on my bones. I do wait until she's not looking to eat sister's breakfast, but I know she wouldn't mind too much.

I love my Mummy human. She plays with me and holds me when I get sleepy. She has nice gentle hands and wears fluffy things at night that I like to knead. It helps me sleep. She stays with me so I'm always happy and safe, and even though I know she loves sister too, I feel like I'm her special boy. She says she's happy I'm here and that I'm going to have the best life now, since mine didn't get off to a very good start. She's a good mummy. I don't remember my own. I just know I'm very glad to be living with these humans and finding out what it means to be loved even though I don't look like the other kitties. I don't think anyone cared about me before. They took one of my eyes out because it was sick, but I never got this kind of love.

I try and entertain them in return - last night I played hide and seek with Mummy and she couldn't find me anywhere. I was behind the game box in the entertainment unit place. She couldn't see me and walked right past me. It was very funny until I realized I was stuck and couldn't get out. So finally I had to scrabble around and she came and got me out. She said she was worried about me, and I felt bad, but then she kissed me and cuddled me and it was all good. We went to sleep together on the big couch thing. I heard Mummy's back crick and she woke up, sniffed, coughed and told me I was her precious little stinker. I can't help it if this new food gives me a little bit of gas, now, can I?

I have a doctor human too. Yesterday I went to see her. The place smelled nasty but they were quite nice until I had to drink yucky stuff to make my tummy okay. I don't want worms, whatever they are. The doctor human told Mummy and Daddy that I was a bit small for my age - hey human, I'm a god, remember... but that I was perfectly healthy. Even though I only have one eye. She loved the furry tufts in my ears and said I might have a bit of Maine Coon cat in me, even though I have a tail. I'm not sure what that meant, but I will assume Maine Coon is a god too.

Mummy keeps trying to take pictures of me, because I am so handsome I suppose. But I have a lot to do, toys to play with, new places to explore, piss the hell out of sister, and of course my routine perimeter checks. No time to pose for her camera thing. Right now I'm trying to figure out how to get up to that really flat place where there are good food smells. I just can't quite make it yet. But I will.

So far, my life here is pretty cool. My humans love me, my sister...well, I'll win her over at some point...and I have a real nice place to play in, sort of like my own personal Valhalla. I'm a lucky kitty. Fortunately, they didn't call me Lucky. I mean really. I'm a god.  Odin has a much better ring to it, don't you think?

I have to go now. Mummy has laces on her shoes that need to be chewed. I have to show her how to do it properly. And then we'll take a nap. She says I wear her out and drive her to drink. I show her my water bowl. I'll share. I'm good that way.

Purrs and snuggles,

Odin

(Mummy says I am funny when I sleep. She should see what SHE looks like. Hah.)


(If you have room in your home and your heart, please consider offering a furrever home to a fellow feline?  I shudder to think what would have happened to Odin if we hadn't fallen in love with his little cockeyed face. Adoption is easy and not that expensive. All reputable adoption centers ensure the animal's health and - like Odin - spay and neuter prior to adoption.     Thank you.
Odin's Mummy)