Hey y’all, this is me, Ms. Baby. My Mom has been having a hard time posting lately, there are to many things happening with her, and she does not want to come across all sad, and confused and stuff, so she asked me to post on her blog, so her readers would know she was still alive.
First off, this is me in the picture. I was trying to do my “sexy” pose, so I could get more treats. For some reason my Mom and Dad looked at me and laughed. How rude. Since Mom is giving me my own time on her blog there are some things I would like to address, and hope she reads this so I can get my point across.
First, if my paw touches it, it’s mine. That includes everything and if I happen to put my paw on your plate, it’s mine. Seriously.
Secondly, I think my Mom is cheating on me with some other kitties. The reason I say this, she is gone all day long, and then when she finally does get home, she has the smell of other kitties. What the heck, She is supposed to be a one kitty woman!
And another thing, I am supposed to be able to go outside in the morning and then in the evening. I usually don’t go far, just in the backyard for a couple of minutes, I like to eat the grass. I don’t like to go that far after that time the birds in neighborhood dive bombed my butt. For some unknown reason, they only let me out for about a minute in the morning and then a minute in the afternoon. Dad said something about not trying to heat the outside with our heat, whatever that means, pfft, I have a fur coat for crying out loud, it doesn’t affect me.
That’s another thing, Mom is falling off on her job of brushing me. I have a mat in my fur, what the heck is that about? I try really hard to get to all of my parts, but I may (cough, cough..uhmm…furball) have missed a spot.
I heard something too, the other day, and then that thing they use to take me out of the house showed up in the garage, which by the way is my domain. I have a window that is all mine and I sit in and guard the house for Mom and Dad. But this thing showed up and I heard whispers of the “Vet”. Now, I am here to tell you, That’s not gonna happen. I will hide under the bed and they will have no chance of getting me out. I don’t like the Vet. period.
I really don’t understand my Mom and Dad, they truly think THEY run this house. hehehe…They don’t know much. I am an alarm clock, when they sleep to late. I go in and kick them awake. I chase them up and down the stairs to make sure they stay healthy and all’s I ask for is a little treat now and then….
It’s a hard job, but I do the best I can. It’s hard taking care of these humans. Especially, since they are my Mom and Dad. But I know when they are upset, and I do my best to keep things going.
So, for all of you wondering, Mom is okay, she just needs a little break, and Dad is taking care of her, with my assistance. Don’t worry, she will be back in a couple of days and bore you to tears…..no problem… Until then, this is Ms. Baby signing off…..Thanks Mom for letting me post!
8 years ago, I fell in love. The Electrician and I had gone to a football game, and we actually had parked at a friend’s house, and walked over to the High School in town, and watched the game and then came back and hung out with some friend’s. They are Farmer’s (sort of), and had been harvesting a field, when they found in the middle of the corn rows, a family of kittens. The Mother had been killed, and the 3 kittens just a few weeks old.
They were running all over the yard, and were chasing leaves and butterflies, and just being cute. One of the kittens happened to come over to me, and I scooped her up, and we nuzzled noses. It was love at first nuzzle. I put her down and sighed. The Electrician was NOT really an animal person, and if it was an animal, then it had to be something OTHER than a kitty.
Our friend’s mother looked at me and said, you want her huh? ”Yes”, but then I explained about the Electrician and animals. She yelled out to the Electrician, that I had fallen in love with the kitten and they would deliver it to my house on Wednesday (this being a Saturday).
Wednesday rolled around, and I had already shopped for a litter box, and a couple of toys. Sure enough, Ms. baby arrived. Fur ball full of fleas and just asking to be loved. Her and I bonded, like Mother and daughter.
I took her to the Vet, got her shots, and de-flea’d, and then set up the appointment to have her spayed. Obviously some of “our” “attitude” rubbed off on her. The reason I say this, after the discussion with the Electrician about having her de-clawed at the same time as being spayed, his answer was a definite YES. I think she was happy to be with us, because her means of showing us affection, was to claw her way up our bodies to get to our faces so we could nuzzle noses. One to many times for the Electrician’s benefit.
I took her to the vet for her appointment, and they were going to keep her overnight, and get her front claws de-clawed, and spay her, she kept her back claws in tack.
I received a phone call from the vet the next morning, I was supposed to pick her up at 2 pm, and the phone call arrived at 9am. ”Uhm, Hi! Ms. Baby is fine and doing well since her surgery, can you come pick her up NOW?” ”Sure, I’ll be right there”. I’m thinking there must be some kind of problem, that they want me to come get her. Yea, the problem? Ms. ATTITUDE, had woken up 2 hours after surgery had mouthed off, tried to climb out of her pen, and just been over all obnoxious to everyone, and they figured I would calm her down. The Vet even remarked to me when I got there and grabbed Ms. Baby, that she “obviously” thought I was her Mother, because she shut up as soon as I arrived, and was finally sleeping. She is still welcome at the Vet’s office as long as I take her, and do not leave her there.
The funny thing is though, we had this cat for probably 2 years before ANYONE saw her. She really is a scared cat, whenever anyone would come to our house, she would hide underneath the bed, and not come out until they were gone. Heck, the kids didn’t believe we had a cat.
This cat is also kind of like a dog though. She comes when you whistle, we let her outside, and she stays out for maybe 15 minutes at a time. She will not go off the porch if you tell her to stay on the porch. She likes to sit in the garden and anytime she goes where she is not supposed to, she gets grounded.
She follows us around like a puppy, and sleeps in closets, under the bed, and hangs out on the stairs. Her favorite place though is her ‘bed” we set up for her in the garage at the window. She is not really a cuddle kitty, and only cuddles when she wants. She does however, sleep at the foot of the bed, every night, and is better than any alarm clock.
Happy Birthday to Ms. Baby who is now 8 years old in kitty years, thank goodness her teenage years are over.
The past couple of days, I have spent quite a bit of time at the Farmer’s house. I’ve gone over in the morning, and did my regular stuff, gotten Momma up, and then left. Then I came back in the late afternoon/early evening and put Momma to bed. The Farmer has had a few nights with the “guys”. Hey, he needs a break too, and while sometimes I hate to be away from my home, I understand he needs time too.
For those of you that follow my posts, forgive me because I may be repeating myself here for a few seconds. I have 2 four-legged “sisters”. I found them one night about 3-4 years ago, when I was leaving the Farmer’s. Someone had abandoned, (actually probably tossed them out of the car) these 2 adorable kittens, that I found on the wheel well of the Electrician’s truck one cold winter evening when I was leaving. I couldn’t take them home (Ms. Baby would have not liked that.), so I convinced the Farmer to let them live in the shed (for 2 years, as the house was ran by Mr. Toot’s, who was quite the character in his day). Mr. Toot’s passed away at the ripe old age of I believe (scratching my head) 19-20 years old. Since he was no longer the ruler of the house, these 2 ladies were invited to come live in a portion of the house. The Farmer decided he needed some rules with these 2, and they are not allowed in his bedroom, nor are they allowed to sleep in his room with him.
They were given names, “Spice Girl” and “Goldie“. Spice gravitated to the Farmer and Goldie to Momma. It is obvious in the way that they act, Spice is the “Alpha” of us “sisters”. (or at least THINKS she is.) I made friends with them eventually by feeding them TONS of bacon.
When Momma was gone for the time she was, and when we knew she was coming home, we did a lot of re-arranging of furniture. The kitty litter box got moved to a different spot. After making sure both of my “sisters” knew where it was, I figured it was all good. Then the kitty’s decided that we didn’t change their box often enough. (After one particular weekend when I returned on Monday to have the Farmer ask me to change the box, as Spice had gotten miffed, because the box was “dirty” and had proceeded to leave him a present in his chair in the living room.
Ok, now that I’ve explained the back story, let me proceed with the past couple of days. I ALWAYS have to sweep the floor around the litter box, simply for the fact, these cats spread kitty litter EVERYWHERE, this is on a normal basis, (as in everyday).
Yesterday, I noticed that Goldie was giving me the evil eye, (and this is the cat that actually likes me.) I didn’t know what was going on. I have noticed that both cats have lately become VERY protective of Momma.
Yesterday, the Nursing Student came over and brought Cam-man with her, and she helped me getting Momma up, and helped me to wash Momma’s hair. Both cat’s are used to Cam-man and didn’t pay him any attention, but every time the Nursing student went close to Momma, they hissed at her. Spice actually cracked me up, although I understand she was trying to protect Momma, every time the Nursing Student pointed to Spice, she hissed. When we got everything done, and the nursing student and Cam-Man left, I finished up a couple of things, and then I left, to return later.
Both kitty’s were kinda rude to me last night, but I kinda ignored it. After Tracy and I had gotten Momma into bed, and then Tracy left, and after taking pictures outside, I came in a sat on the couch, and this is what I saw.
I would like to state for the record, these 2 sat there for about 2 1/2 hours staring at me.
This is where the conspiracy theory comes in. Today, when I arrived, I have NEVER seen that much kitty litter spread ALL over. One of my usual things on Friday’s is to mop all the floors and change the kitty litter. After changing the kitty litter, and sweeping the floor (again for the second time). I was in the kitchen when I noticed, both kitty’s circling the litter box and Goldie, going into the box, and DIGGING in the box, spraying ALL the friggin clean litter OUT OF THE BOX, only to be followed by Spice, who did the SAME friggin thing. So, I swept it all up and threw it ALL back into the box, and did the dreaded thing of turning on the vacuum cleaner. They ran for cover, and I left the vacuum running while I mopped the floors. I turned the vacuum off, and here comes Spice to pad all over my freshly mopped floor.
I decided to end the war by offering them “treats”, and brushing Goldie. I guess we are in truce mode now, because after that they were both fine.
I did have to explain everything to the Farmer who got back from the store, and he guffawed pretty loudly. I’m glad he laughed, those 2 can be kind of intimidating…..
While I don’t normally do my blog this early, I thought I would just give y’all a peek into my morning.
I was sleeping ever so blissfully, when I was rudely awakened by a paw in my face. Apparently, Ms. Baby thought I should get up and get moving. Since today is my “double” with Momma (yep, the Farmer and the guys are having a night). I had a lot to get done this morning.
After finding the coffee pot (thank you to the Electrician who left me exactly one cup, so I could drink that while another pot was brewing, LOVE that man.) I got busy, workout done, check, vacuuming done, check, floors mopped, check. Catching Ms. Baby running into the house with a bird in her mouth, Uhm WHAT?
Yes, you guessed it. She has been camping out in the garden, because the birds like our garden. This morning my little girl, who has no front claws (mind you), decided she was going to give her Momma a present.
She came flying in through the sliders and I noticed her immediately, I had visions of the “chipmunk episode” run through my brain, I didn’t want some poor bird to be stuck in my house. I cornered her and got her to move back outside, but unfortunately, the poor little sparrow didn’t make it.
Ms. Baby has been loving up to me all morning, and while I have to praise her for her, for her hunting prowess, I feel bad for the little bird. I just hope this is not a sign for my day.
Hope y’all have a good one, Me? I am going to be a little cautious.
I have 6 children…Ok, I gave birth to 2 of them and I got 3 more with open arms. There was his, mine, and then there is “ours”.
This girl thinks I am her Momma. When I first saw her, she was a small fluff of fur. She was found in a field of corn by a Farmer that was harvesting his crops. Apparently her “real” Momma had been killed, and her and her 2 brother’s were left in the field, She was about 5 weeks old. It was Love at first sight, as in, she was the only one who came running up to me and loved all over me. The Electrician had not really ever had a cat before except for one that didn’t last very long. I’ve always had cats.
She kind of fit in with us. She came to us flea ridden and went directly to the Vet. While she was at the Vet, she got treated for the fleas, Then got “fixed” and eventually declawed on her front paws. Partly because…she liked to climb up the Electricians legs. He wasn’t very fond of that. We raised our little girl, (that’s an oxy-moron of a statement), anyone that has cat’s knows that YOU don’t raise them, THEY raise you. hehehe…
Our little girl is kinda shy, when people came to visit us, she hid under the bed. Even family members did not know we had a cat. She’s kinda like that. She has a routine, that she likes to follow. She likes to hang out on the stairs and see what’s going on…Her other spot would be the window in the garage.
Her “Dad” has a set up for her that she loves. There are 2 boxes filled with rags and other stuff on top of a table with blankets thrown over them that she sits at, lies on and sleeps at. It’s in the window so she see’s the outside world in her own little “spot” Although, she has been known to get very rowdy and growl like there is no tomorrow and hiss and spit whenever a “predator” comes along, as in uhm…other cat’s from the “hood”, possums, or raccoons. She really does NOT like possums or raccoons, and can become very LOUD and FERIOCIOUS.
She does have ‘friends” tho, We had a toad that lived on our porch all last summer, Ms. Baby loved him, she always looked for him and they formed some kind of friendship because she looked after him. (Maybe it was her Prince waiting to be kissed)
While I have 2 legged children, this four-legged one has a special spot in my heart. She loves unconditionally, she cuddles (psst…only when SHE wants tho), but She is a teenager in kitty years so, hey what can I expect? She is a typical teenager, and talks back A LOT. Folks, this kitty is pretty mouthy.
She also has her special “spots” in the house, this being one of them. Ms. Baby is not below taking a “catnap” on the back of the chair, (especially if I am napping in same said chair) My skinny lil ball of fluff has grown and blossomed in our care.
But I think between the Electrician and I we did good raising this little ball of fluff….Cuz we sure do love her….
See these 2…they are TROUBLE… As my Dad calls them they are my four legged ”sisters”, being an only child I guess I’ll take sisters of the four legged kind. Plus it’s my fault they are there…uhm…yea, it’s my fault.
I was leaving my Dad & Mom’s house a couple of years ago and came out of the house to find these 2 no bigger than my hand huddled on the wheel well of the Electrician’s truck. Well…it was winter and pretty darn cold, so back into the house I went and told Dad…YOU GOTTA DO SOMETHING.. Well the house was ruled by Mr. Toot’s, so he did the next best thing and put them in the barn.
This would be Mr. Toots whom my Dad & Mom rescued on a very snowy day back in December of 1994 from the “Glo Motel” before they moved into thier house, he had frostbite on his back legs and was in sad shape….But that’s another story….
These two stayed in the barn for about 2 years while Mr. Toots, unfortunatly grew old and eventually passed away (he was 20 people years old, so he lived a really long and happy life). Dad and Mom went out to visit “the kids” every day and fed and watered them and cuddled them too. I on the other hand went out at least once a month to see them…..When Toots passed away Dad brought “the girls” into the house after a visit to the Vet. You would think they had lived in the house whole lives…..
This leads up to Today…you see while the girls accept Dad and Mom…The Tabby is Spice who loves all over my Dad EVERY chance she gets, the golden tabby (my favorite) is named Goldie and who is my Mom’s protector and is my Mom’s favorite. They didn’t take to kindly to their “sister” coming in and making changes.
So…I did what any normal person would do and used BACON to make new friends.. I kid you not..These 2 LOVE bacon. Well…I also gave them chicken and other stuff (psst…don’t tell my Dad tho ok? He doesn’t know about all of it cuz he swears these 2 will only have cat food.)
Goldie loves my Mom and looks after her, if my Mom is upset and laying down, Goldie will lay on the bed with her and soothe her in a way none of us understand. There is something to be said for Animals and people….