Savannah's Paw Tracks

Autobiography of a Former Shelter Cat

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One of My Best Features…

Mom thinks my gorgeous white whiskers show up in photos looking like I have…get this…Diamonds In My Whiskers…and nooooo…these are NOT CZs!!!

Here are some great photos of one of my furry best features…if I do say so myself…

…can ya see the diamonds in my whiskers in the photo above…????…

…well…I had LOTS more photos with great whisker shots…but WORD PRESS won’t let Mom load them tonight…they keep disappearing…so hope ya liked my “diamonds in my whiskers”…and really hope you will check out the other blogs on the Pet Blogger Hop!

Paw pats, Savannah

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Oh What A Life

Hiya, Savannah here again…I have been thinking for a whilte…I have QUITE the life…I play, I nap, I eat, I use totally clean litter boxes courtesy of Dad and I get all the pets and brushes I will allow…not bad, huh?

I decided to share some of my fave times with you today…starting with my play time…which is usually also part of my fitness recovery process (I still have a bit of a tummy problem, but my butt is getting pretty shapely…tight gluts!).

Last night Mom and I worked on my abs some…and I also worked on my almost fully reclined Flying Squirrel Move I am learning from Mama Cat over on the Blog of Otis…I decided to modify her Flying Squirrel Move to half reclined and now I am working on the fully reclined…both require a lot of core control…ya know…tight abs…

…now Mom kept after me to get higher off the floor…but I had to remind her repeatedly…”this is the fully reclined” version…but…she just kept bugging me…so I had to give her the “look”…

..can you see the stupid buggy toy thingy she is still poking me with????…trying to get me to jump or something…I let her know I was done with the workout/play…OK?!

So that was some fave time last night…then this morning…another, well, maybe actually…my MOST fave time …is morning time in bed with Mom…mind you, Dad already has given me my brekkies…and now I hop back in bed with Mom and snuggle…we watch Good Morning America ’til she has to go to the gym…

..and she does this special rubbing just in front of my ear, ya know…that little sort’a soft spot right in fromt…ummmm….mesmirizing…puts me in this trance like mood…

…then she does this special chin massage…OMC! I just melt…..

Oh Cod! After that I can hardly move! Dad has to blast me out of the bed so he can make it…That’s why I think I have QUITE the life these days.

Then I usually go out to the front entry to meditate, chat with Nanuk, and patrol the front yard…

And that about sums up the ending and beginning of most of my days…What a Life, huh??!!

#Friendly Friday Paw Pats, Savannah

My Precious Prancing Pony Move…

Hiya, Savannah here…and oh cat! are Dad and Mom excited about the photo they got of me…woo hoo!!!

See…I do this move…especially when I get really excited about being brushed…I hop up on my hind tippy toes…arch my cute little neck…and hold my front paws in a darling little position like a prancing pony…so I lift my head and shoulders up to catch the brush before Dad or Mom even reach me…I am that excited to be brushed!!!

Dad has been trying for weeks to capture it with their new clicky thingy…but I do it sorta fast and all he gets are my front paws and no head or just my head and no paws or just a huge blur!! MOL

I believe it is my singular best move…it always make them both go “awwwwwww…” and I can get almost anything I want….meow

…betcha’ some special treats you are all going “awwwwwww….” right now, huh???!!

No, seriously…ya gotta believe me…I am catgone totally darling when I do this…and sometimes I do it in rapid succession…I may let Mom and Dad do a video later…

As you know, this is my autobiography and I really am trying to tell efurryone about my recovery process, steps, set backs, etc.  Adopting an adult cat is special work…

No one who knew me at the shelters would believe that I would been doin’ this…I don’t think they realized the power of the words they labeled me with, like “unsocial, mean, angry”, and as the months went on…fewer tried to ‘socialize’ me…they assumed I wanted to be left alone hiding in my cubby bed. Just not true…I luvluvluv being petted and especially brushed…that’s why I created the Prancing Pony Move!

This is how my Prancing Pony session ended…Mom brushing my tummy…

I am off to find my nom noms for tonight…paw pats, Savannah

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