HIYA SAVANNAH HERE!!
Oh My Cat! What a most incredible week I had! Talk about makin’ progress in my recovery from trauma I experienced before my current castle home—and all in just ONE WEEK!
Guess it takes a couple for biped little people to push me into becoming more and more brave and confident. Mom L and Dad P continue to tell me I am safe in my castle home, but I still worry a bunch sometimes. My castle home was invaded by strangers from another country. There were four bipeds and two of them were like tiny little bipeds—sort’a like kittens, na’mean?
I know that I was teased by high pitched, frantic voiced bipeds before my forever castle home,because I cannot stand hearing high pitched noises that are loud. Those sounds are much like the tiny bipeds who visited me last week.
Check out my coolness just hangin’ around when the little bipeds were playin’ just above me in the dining room.
Yeah, I can hear them but I’m kind’a curious
Mom L was astonished that I was chillax’in on my fave spot on the couch when the girls were just above me in our dining room playing.
Orla and Georgia 4 1/2 year old twin biped girls from UK
Yes, their voice were strange cuz they talked with this accent that I couldn’t figure out. But, I got curious about two days into their stay and started to hang out under that dining table to just listen to them.
That morning, I was so chillax’d just like nothing else was happening. (hover over photo to view captions please)
hmmm…what did she say?
oh well…they’re kind’a cute
I started doing this almost everyday when those little female bipeds were within’ my hearing range.
Mom L and Dad P made sure that TKS and I both had a sort’a “sanctuary” space in our master bedroom where we could just hang out and nap without little bipeds hoverin’ around.
And the first thing ya know, there we were sharin’ that special sun puddle upstairs just a foot apart.
What? I am just here in the cool part of this sun puddle, nuttin’ to do with TKS so close
Now no little biped got to touch my glorious Russian Blue furs, but as you all know, TKS is not so particular.
Miss Georgia petting TKS
TKS was not above getting those pets from just one little biped.
Miss Orla petting TKS
Now I know my photos are not top drawer and that Mom L has one of our litter boxes in the background. But let me tell you, just try gettin’ photos of four and half year old bidped twins AND cats that don’t have some clutter somewhere, na’ mean?
Those of you who have followed me my whole four years of blogging know that this was a REALLY huge step forward in my progress toward recovering from unknown, but serious, trauma before Mom L and Dad P snatched me up to give me my forever castle.
And now why did Mom L scratch out all the other mentions of my castle, and change it to my home? Because even though I am still my Dad P’s Princess, I now have a friend in TKS and my home is indeed a home, not just my castle. Hope you understand. If not, just ask me in comments what the difference means to me.
PAW PATS, SAVANNAH
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