I get a 'forever' name to go with my 'forever' home.

Mom took me to the Vet and found out that I had feline herpes that I got from my mom. She was worried about me, but the vet said I should outgrow it and not to worry too much, they would keep an eye on it as I grew up more. I was already spayed, so Mom didn't have to get that done and I got my shots so for a while I didn't have to go back to the doctor's office. I wasn't allowed to go outside, but that was ok. I had lots of adventures around the house. I could hide in the laundry room and behind the couch. Even under the bed was fun. Sometimes the closet door would be open and I would hide in there, but I had to be fast and get out before it got closed on me. But what I liked best, was just snuggling with Mom and Dad when they watched TV or read a book. Sometimes I would climb up on Mom's shoulder, but I liked her lap better. She liked to pet me and scratch behind my ears and I liked it too. I liked to do things my way though and sometimes that got me in trouble. Dad would get mad if I scratched the couch, but a cat's gotta be able to scratch something. Or I would try and steal a pen or pencil and bat it around til they found it and took it away. I didn't really like the regular cat toys, finding my own was more fun. My favorite thing of all though were Q-Tips! Did you know a cat could hold a Q-Tip in one paw, dip it in the water bowl and then suck the water out of the cotton top? Well I could! It was the best fun! I liked the plastic ring that came off the milk jugs, too. It skittered on the kitchen floor like crazy, but not so much on the rug. Mom would twist up some paper for me too and I would spend loads of time just batting that around. When I got tired of batting it around, I put it under the couch with the other bits of paper.
Mom would watch me playing with all this stuff and one day while I was trying to steal a pencil, she yelled at me and I just gave her this look, you know the kind of 'I'm a cat I can do what I want' look. She took one look, said can you believe this cat? Told me who did I think I was? Little Miss like in the song by the Spin Doctors? I can't do anything wrong? And for some reason, I loved being that Little Miss. It just seemed to fit, so anytime Mom would call me Little Miss after that, I just came right up to her and gave her the cat head-butt, my way of saying: “yup, that's me”! It didn't take long before I was called Little Miss , or Missy all the time. Mom was just amazed that I would come to her when she called for me but I really liked being Miss Cat, it was just perfect.

The Beginning

I need to go back to the very beginning, so you can learn about the REAL Miss Cat from my kitten days. Then maybe my present annoyance will make more sense. So, here's my story from the start. I hope you enjoy it.

 Miss Cat's Story

I was just a kitten, living in a cage with my brother and sister in a shelter just for cats. It was ok being with my siblings, just a little crowded though. We were all still young, maybe 6 weeks old or so when Mom came in looking for a kitty to love. She was smart, my mom. She had decided to get herself a kitten for her birthday and she stopped on the way to the shelter to get all the things a kitty would need: food, litter and a litter box and some toys. Mom wasn't leaving the shelter without a kitty. There was a small room in the shelter where people could get to know the cats and kittens before they chose one. Mom looked at all the cages and asked if she could visit with me and my siblings. We were brought into the room and my brother and sister just ignored the big person sitting there. But I had to investigate, so I climbed up Mom's pants, into her lap, up on her shoulder and sniffed her hair. She smelled nice, she was warm and she liked to pet me. I climbed back down into her lap and let her pet me all she wanted to. Not long after that, she got up and told the lady at the desk that I was the one she wanted. Next thing I know, I'm getting put in a cardboard box with holes in the side and flying through the air. Then I get put in a car and Mom moves the box so I can see her. It was so scary! I think I cried the whole way to Mom's house, but she just talked to me and sang to me and told me it was going to be ok and I would be safe and she loved me. How she knew all that I wasn't sure, but I liked her voice and she made me feel all safe, so I figured I give it a try.

The car stopped and Mom took me out and into the apartment where she lived with a funny boy named Derik and her husband Dave. She put my carrier down next to Derik, who was looking at it in a really funny way. Mom told him he could open it up. He took one look at me and said: “But, I don't like cats!”. Mom told him: “That's ok, I do”, and went out to get the rest of the stuff she knew I was going to need. Derik and I eyed each other, not sure what was going to happen next, until Mom came in and told him he could name me if he wanted to. They were calling me Woofer at the shelter, isn't that the silliest name you can imagine? So Derik picked me up, looked me over and decided to call me Roxy. Not much better, as names go, but not real horrible either. Just not exactly the name I was meant to have. But, Roxy worked for me for now. Derik seemed to like me better after he gave me my name, too, so that was a good thing. Mom showed me where the litter box was and then showed me where my food and water was going to be and I got down to the exciting part, exploring my new home. It wasn't super big, but there were some cool nooks and crannies for me to hide in. Derik decided I wasn't so bad and Dad thought I was kinda cute, so it seemed like I had a new family. 

This is the start of my life with my new family. I'll continue with more of my past in the next post. I hope you like my life story and maybe you have one like it. If you do, would you let me know? It would be nice to know there were other kittens like me that found families. 

Thank you,

Little Miss Cat