When I was brought out to her to meet, you may recall that when I was settled into her arms there at the v-e-t office, I started non -stop biscuit making. I purred like a swarm of bees and still made biscuits on her face, chest, arms, stomach, whereever my kneading paws could reach. When I was given back to the tech for the weekend while mom thought about it (Admiral had only been gone a few weeks)...I looked almost longingly at her as I was carried back to my cage.
Mom came to get me Monday morning and brought me home. I never panicked. I walked around a little a bit and got on the sofa. I stayed completely awake and alert ALL day up till the time mom went to bed. But during the day light hours mom could not move without me coming to her to be picked up and loved. I had moved to the floor so I could have easy access to mommy. I needed constant love and attention. I never stopped purring-- and my breathing was so fast mom got alarmed but I purred constantly and couldn't stop headbonking her. Still I never slept or closed my eyes.
I stayed awake from 8 in the morning when mom got me to bring me home till sometime in the night, when I found the bedroom and when mom made to turn over in the deep dark nitenite time, I was stretched full length along her back sound and deeply asleep.
I trusted my new mommy enough to get into our bed all on my own and I just about went into a coma I was so very very tired from being wide awake and taking everything in all day. Mommy felt my warm little Katie body stretched out along her and when she started a slow turn over, I was so deeply sleeping I slid into her place...still out like a light. Mom had to get up and walk to the other side of the bed to lie down for the rest of the night. She tried to gather me close to her stomach so we could spoon.
I got up just before her and showed that I had used the litterbox she had shown me several times. Mommy gave me a huge breakfast. I ate with gusto and gave every bit back. That was the beginning of my horking habit.
Mom was reminiscing though about how trusting and totally loving I was when I came here to live and she guessed that whom ever I was with prior to being made to be fostered and then to the Vet's office must have loved me very much.
I am the most loving, dearest, sweetest natured quiet and friendly kitty she has knows. The Admiral was that way with mommy and favorite brother but NO one else. Me, I love everyone.
Mommy just told me to celebrate my dear life with my story again and she said she would help me find a picture from back then.
|My official portrait to announce me to mom's Flickr friends.|