This is a simple blog post. I need support from my loyal readers. You all know that I am stressed, at sixteen years old, having this youngster “foster to adopt” Eowyn speeding around my castle.
So here is her latest discovery. Which, could be really good news for me—
THE SHOWER
First time I found her in Mom L’s shower a couple days ago. Isn’t she “cute”!
Now this morning.
Here’s where the “Paws Up” and ‘Paws Down” comes in. Kittehs, please support me on this one.
PAWS UP—TURN ON THE SHOWER
PAWS DOWN—DO NOT TURN ON THE SHOWER
Got it??!! I, of course, am all for turning on that shower head and finding out just how much she wants to be near my Mom L. But then—I will hold off if you all think I outta just hang back and wait for her to start to shred the furniture.
Well you got a great ole big humongous clue in my last Monday post about where my stress and anxiety are coming from. I do not deal well with anything stressful, never have and now that I am mostly deaf, it ain’t gettin’ any easier.
“HOW?” you ask is my stress showing up?
Let’s just say I didn’t have a chillaxin’ morning, na’ mean?? I had, ummm…ahhhh…*how to say politely*…”Ok, I had a serious incident of the squirts!” Told ya it wasn’t pretty. I left clues to my embarrassing incident on my on our king size bed, on the stair carpet and of course, in the litter box.blankies
So bad that Mom L and Dad P had to give me a butt baffy. *hangs head between paws* Oh the shame of that baff.
Kittehs, I am not sure I can hang on with this potential introoder lookin’ more and more like she is gonna wanna stay in my castle. How have you coped with some youngsters showing up, in your comfy senior years, and trying to become head of your castle? I need help my pals, serious help.
I never ever thought my future would hold more than me, Mom and Dad. And then, because I bonded so closely with Mom L, Dad P really missed having a cat that was close to him. This is me when I was dropped at the night drop box at our county animal shelter in 2010.
My Intake Photo: Kill Shelter
ENTER—TKS aka The Kid Sage aka Sage. I had a really tough time accepting Sage. But Mom L and Dad P’s patience got me through that adjustment. Sage came along about twenty months after I made myself comfy in my new forever castle.
Contemplating Zen
Sage and I have become good furriends. I know she always wanted to snuggle, but my previous traumas before coming to my forever castle made me a very hesitant to trust kitty. Na’mean??
And then, as Mom L and Dad P became involved in community cat rescue in 2017, they happened upon a desperate five month old kitten who was traumatized in a hoarder’s home.
ENTER—Katie aka KK aka Kit Katie. Katie came to my castle in the summer of 2018, she was adopted twice and returned both times because she was “too shy”.
Mom L and Dad P said forget that crap!! This kitteh is ours!! And Katie has become such a treasure in my forever castle!
Our concern has been that sweet Katie is only three years old, and she is starting to sleep more than she used to play. I am now—ahem!—a sixteen year old lady cat and TKS is a nine year old gal. Neither of us has the energy to keep Katie playing and I have to admit, I am also now deaf so’s I can’t even hear her calling to me to play.
ENTER—you decide if this entry may be in my future. I am yet not convinced, but there are possibilities. This was taken in my our master bedroom during afternoon siesta time. Notice any introoders?
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