How I Found My Home: Part Five

Sorry I've been so long in continuing my story. The fall weather has been SOOOO nice and I've been spending ALL my days outside. I know that very soon the rain will come and I'll be spending lots of time in front of the fire, so I need to enjoy the sunshine while I can...

So...10 days went by and nobody had come to claim me, so I had found my new home! The peeps took me to the super nice Veterinarian who only treats cats and everyone there oohed and ahhed over how pretty I was and they said that I was very healthy and a very BIG and TALL girl and that I was much younger than I looked. I was really excited because I knew that I had gotten VERY lucky and had found myself a happy home with some peeps who were really growing to love me and who would take care of me and wait on me and treat me like the Empress I am forever. The fleshies thought it was BAD TIMING, but they couldn't have given me up then - they were too smitten. They were planning to get a kitten in the summer, after they finished the worst of the house renovations, but I came along in the autumn, so I had to endure months of electricians, drywallers, cabinet installers and other assorted men taking over MY house and making me stay locked up in the den while they made lots of noise and dust. It was okay though - I didn't know about outside yet, so I was happy to play with all my great toys and sleep on the girl's lap while she worked on the computer and watched TV and read (she was hiding from the men too). I was a VERY loving and cuddly kitten...and a very bitey one, I must admit. The picture above may look like I'm just sweetly licking the hand of the Can Opener, but in fact I'm biting him - HARD. And when I was done biting him I was probably going to claw him too. Nobody had ever taught me to be gentle and I was VERY playful (okay, maybe a little crazy too), so I used to get in trouble for attacking the hands and feet of the fleshies. It was just so much FUN and so very tempting... Sometimes I would hide and stalk them and as they walked by I would leap out and wrap myself around their ankles, holding on tight with my claws and fangs. That was SO!MUCH!FUN! and I really do wish they were okay with it, because I'd still kind of like to do it... but they taught me that it wasn't okay and that TOYS were for playing, not peeps.

There was only one small problem... At the Vet they had to put "Unknown" where my name should have been on my records because the peeps just couldn't decide what I should be called...

To Be Continued...