My Kitten Roots are Revealed

January 27, 2016

By Roc

Karen must have cat DNA for curiosity. With each passing day, my reputation for having the greatest charm, energy, personality, and wit grows almost as fast as Donald Trump’s (I’m ignoring hisses from Adele and Max right now), so Karen tried to find out more about my background.

But first let me set the record straight on one important matter, in case I ever run for president: I was born in this country. In fact, I was born in the country. The western corner of Virginia to be exact.

Here’s the rest of my timeline as we knew it…

September 1, 2015 – (approx.) I was born.

November 19 – I was brought with 3 sisters (and possibly my mom) from Happy Tails Animal Rescue in Abingdon, Virginia, to the Richmond Animal League in the big city.

November 20 – I got a butt-shave and was neutered on a day that will live in infamy.

November 21 – Karen adopted me.

So, other than those 3 relatively traumatic, life-changing days in November, the rest was a blank, until…

Karen wrote to Happy Tails to ask if anyone remembered my litter. They did!

My mother must have been a pregnant stray last summer, because a “Good Samaritan” took her in until she had her kittens.

Unfortunately, the good lady couldn’t afford to keep my family, so when we were old enough she took us to Happy Tails, where we stayed a few weeks. We are remembered as being affectionate, playful, and happy for attention.

Karen concluded that I owe my great personality to the Good Samaritan, who must have done everything right during my first crucial weeks (such as, never screamed, vacuumed, or slammed doors on my tail).

Of course, I could have simply told Karen all this, if only she spoke cat.

My birth mom was great as well. She taught me everything I needed to become a successful pet, such as always squat to pee in the litterbox, always use the litterbox, and always use your “inside paws” on your human (no claws!). I hope my mom and sisters found forever homes as nice as mine.

And now for a quick update on my progress. Here I was 2 months ago…

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And this is me today, filling out the cat bed a bit more fully, thanks to my boundless appetite for Fancy Feast , Sheba, and Friskies. I’ve never met a can of cat food I didn’t like. I’m a whisker shy of 5 months old…

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Kitten’s First Christmas a Bit Roc-ky

January 5, 2016

By Roc

Max and Adele are on my tail for being late with this post, but I’ve been recovering from an upper respiratory epidemic that swept through our house right before Christmas, right after I finished helping Karen put up the tree…

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And got good at climbing it (that black hole, lower left, is yours truly)…

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But who could stay mad at this face?

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Adele, then Max, had been sneezing a lot, and then it hit me and laid me low for about 5 days. I felt so lousy, I couldn’t even get into the Christmas spirit when Karen stuck a Santa hat on my head…

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Or even Max’s “Old Blue Eyes” Sinatra chapeau…

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Under the tree was plenty of wrapping paper to be chewed off presents, and colorful bows begging to be removed, but all I wanted to do was to lie under the covers on a hot water bottle…

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Then Karen remembered the humidifier, and the extra moisture it put in the air helped me breathe and bounce back just in time for Santa Kitty. Adele showed me the best spots under the tree to lurk so I could jump out and nip his ankles…

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By Christmas Eve, everyone was feeling better, so we were ready. Karen hung our stockings on the fireplace. (She said Cole loved Christmas, and almost made it, so she hung his stocking one more time)…

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But I must have taken a catnap, because I never caught the first glimpse of Santa Kitty. Oh, he was here, all right. He left us a lot of neat stuff! I got my very own Teddy to cuddle…

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But I have to admit, without a lot of training, Teddy wouldn’t last even one round wrestling with Max…

Teddy also was no match for my new Martha Stewart stick thingy, with interchangeable danglers. Karen couldn’t get it off the cardboard fast enough for me to start playing with it…

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But our all-time favorite toy of the day was the Cat’s Meow. It even got Max’s attention…

(The bird noises in the background are from Video Catnip playing on the TV.)

I played with everything and ate treats until I was plumb tuckered out. My new scratching post was the perfect place to stretch out for a rest…

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BONUS: This video was taken one night, and Karen left the TV playing too loud, but it captures a moment of my daredevil tree acrobatics…

This was my first Christmas ever, so I have nothing to compare it to. All I can say is that it was more fun than sitting in a cage in some shelter joint, and I’m grateful to be here — even if Adele did give me her cold.

The gang at Cats Working wishes all our readers a Happy New Year!

PS: To create this post, we now have a new channel on YouTube called Cats Working. Do with that information what you will. More to come because I’m highly photogenic and Karen’s finally beginning to get a grip on this social media stuff…


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