Hi, my name is Lucy.....you already heard from my sister Daisy now it's my turn. Since my Mom found out she posted she said it was ok that I do too.
I was born poor....my Cat-Mom had me in some backyard some where and although she evidently took care of me I was eventually left on my own to forage for food and shelter. I used to walk along the back fence of my now home and often my now parents would try to coax me over. I was way too scared of them and would run away each time they even made a move. BUT I kept going back for some reason and they kept making kissing noises and wanting to get closer to me. It wasn't until they started to put food and water out for me that I decided it might be worth getting a bit closer so I could eat. Man it felt good to have a full belly. Well after time and me running I decided I liked them, they didn't seem to mean me any harm at all. It was my now Daddy that I first let pet me and then my now Mom would pet me until finally it felt so good I let him pick me up. I could tell they both wanted me so I hung around more and more and during that time it was getting really cold outside. That's when my now Mom gave me a soft, plushy bed on their old back porch so I could be warm.
I was there all the time after that. She would come out at different times to pet me and hold me and kiss me and reassure me so I would just sleep and purr. Oh it felt soooo good to have a place I could call my own with parents who wanted me and would love me. They ended up taking me to the doctor and I had to get shots and stuff but it was ok because they were there with me. BUT then they brought me in the house, in a cage, and that's when I saw HER. She was all fluffy and she'd sniff through the cage and I didn't like that at all. I thought I was going to be THE one but now I realized there was someone else and so I'd hiss and growl at her hoping she'd go away.
Well you know the old saying "if you can't beat them, join them"? I had to do that because they opened that cage door after awhile and I knew I was truly home. Oh sure, I fought with Daisy but she wasn't so bad and we'd just stay clear of one another. I had parents who loved me.
Then something happened.....I was feeling really strange and I didn't know what was happening to me. I heard my new parents say I was "in heat" but had no idea what that meant. All I knew was that nothing anyone did made me comfortable and I found myself making the strangest noises and walking funny. It was awful and I just knew Daisy was laughing at me. When I finally felt better I had to have surgery and wow, although that was not fun and it hurt..... I felt so much better.....ready to play. You can see my scar below.
I made sure I slept and rolled and stretched any place I wanted.
A time came where I discovered this big black box thing they used to have in the living room and from it were sounds and movement like I'd never seen before. One night I just couldn't stop looking at it. I heard this strange laughter coming from inside it and couldn't look away.
That's not my Dad, I thought.
I remember turning to see if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing.
Daisy and I both love watching birds and now we even have our own perches. (Back then it was only one and we had to share) Sometimes we even kiss (but that's rare) We do like each other but she definitely gets in more trouble than I do and definitely gets on my nerves.
I like to just mostly lay around. I used to lay UNDER things but I'm way too big for that now.
See that ottoman I'm under, well the thing I get in trouble for is that I like to use it as my scratching post (even though I have my own) and I've sort of ruined that side of the leather since this was taken and my parents were furious! I sort of ruined my Mom's red leather chair that was in her studio too. Problem is I can't stop doing it and my Mom hears me in the middle of the night and runs in to make me stop. You'd think I'd learn but I think I may be addicted. It's not good but I can't help it.
I used to get up on things in my Mom's studio but I stopped doing that because I don't like getting in trouble. Or maybe I like to suck up and be the one who listens....don't tell my Mom! It's not that Mom always yells but sometimes I know we ignore her the first few times, that's not good.
Other than that I know I am a good girl who just wants to be loved and safe and hang out on my Daddy's lap. It's a cat's life and I know it because from where I started to where I am now....well let's just say I have it made!
You can see I'm a pretty big girl now.... I love to eat and if Daisy walks away from her bowl I'll eat hers too. My Daddy calls me "Chubbabubba" and I actually will respond. I admit it, I am a chow hound and my shape is sort of like a football. Oh well, more of me to love.
The thing is this people, we cats know we have it made.. We are well fed, well cared for, extremely loved and we pretty much have the run of the place. But we're cats....and cats are naturally curious and cats can be aloof and cats will love you only when they feel like it. I know I have my Daddy wrapped around my paw and Daisy has my Mommy wrapped around her paw. And together we have them both wrapped around our paws. All we have to do is get on their laps, roll around a bit and purr and the world is our tuna.
But at the end of the day I know for sure how lucky we are that they adopted us in one way or another....and gave us a home and we're not in some back alley some place eating garbage and fending off male cats. AND Daisy and I love each other in our own way.
But if you ever tell them I said that I will deny, deny, deny! (I have a reputation to uphold after all)
That's my story. I'm Lucy and I'm a cat.