The Orange Menace - My Story

Settling In

Thu, 13 Feb 2014 01:39:44 GMT

When I came to live in my new forever home I was still really little. So little, in fact, that Mom made me sleep in the carrier the first few nights because she was worried I 'd get squashed if they rolled over during the night!

It was also important that I be introduced to the rest of the pack gradually...at least that's what Mom & Dad had always been led to believe. In truth, we were all good right away. Well, I was good...and that's what it's all about!

Even my toys were bigger than me!

But that didn't stop me from playing with everything. After all, play helps a kitten grow big and strong.

Buddies

Sun, 09 Feb 2014 16:26:26 GMT

Ok. The picture in my first "story" post included my first buddy in the background. This is a picture of me and my next buddy...a/k/a "Mommy-Doggy".

Back to that first buddy: when the angel took me in she had also just taken "Mister" in. He was sick too. The angel rescued him, and, in fact, kept him on...he lives with her to this day.

Shortly after she had me feeling better and eating well she found me my forever home. You see my new parents had recently lost one of their furbabies. He was a neat guy by all accounts...but that's also another story. Anyway, they'd been pretty sad and the angel knew that, while I could never take his place, I could bring a new joy into their lives. The angel sent my mom a picture on the cell fon...she looked hard to find a picture that got my good side. Back then it was a little tough to get my good side...I was kind of a mess. That's why the angel's special person called me "Freakazoid".

The picture she picked must have been cute enough (I mean, how could it not be!). They wanted to meet me. The angel brought Mister and me to her office and had the peoplez come in to meet me. They fell in love...again, what's not to love! And when they took me to my new forever home, that's when I met m

Further Explanation

Fri, 31 Jan 2014 04:25:40 GMT

I mentioned that I was really sick when I was taken in by the angel. So sick, in fact, that I ended up being blind in my right eye. But you know what? That hasn't slowed me down. Oh, sure! I could whine about it. I could use it as an excuse for why I can't....can't tell about depths, can't tell about heights....just, can't. But I haven't done that. Maybe it was because the angel never treated me like I was less-than-able. I've just always done what I wanted to do and gone where I wanted to go. That's what you have to do when you're trying to be Somecat!

The Beginning

Wed, 29 Jan 2014 20:50:28 GMT

I guess I should start at the beginning. Or at least as close to the beginning as I can. I don't really remember too much about my first couple of weeks. I know I ended up alone. Alone and scared. And sick. Golly, I was so sick. I felt awful and I couldn't see very well. I didn't know anybody...didn't know where my mom or my brothers and sisters went. It was awful.

A nice woman found me. I don't even know where I was when she found me. But I know where she took me. She took me to the angel. The angel who rubbed me and warmed me up and fed me milk. I loved her then and I love her now.

The beginning is such a blur...but I do know that the angel made me feel better. I heard someone call her a vet. All I know is that she was lovely and I felt safe and warm and special when she held me. And I knew that everything would end up working out okay.

She took me everywhere with her. You see, I was so little that I had to eat every few hours. I was way smaller than other kittens my age were. And I was weak. And my hair stuck up funny. In fact, the angel's special person called me Freakazoid. But I didn't mind because I knew that with her help I was going to grow up to be somecat. Somecat special!