It's Six Word Saturday... but I'm not going to say anything, because...
It's Sophie's Turn to Blog Today!
Hi Everyone! Last night my Dad (that big guy Mom refers to as Papa Bear) suggested to Mom that she might have more time to do a few other things she enjoys if she'd let up on the blogging a bit. Well, we all know that's not going to happen, she's pretty much addicted. I came up with a brilliant plan though, and offered to guest write a blog post for her now and then so she could at least appear to be doing other things... like maybe a bit of housework on Saturday (novel idea)! Really, our house is covered with cat fur, she should do something about that! (My suggestion would be to get rid of the four other cats.)
Today I think I'll tell you a little more about me... When I first came to live with Mom and Dad, they had this other cat named Emily that they rescued when they first moved in together. Mom had this notion that Emily was lonely with them both gone at work all day, so she convinced Dad that Emily needed a sister. (Their mistake was in not asking Emily how she felt about this.)
Mom and Dad are big on adopting rescue animals, bless their hearts. Mom tells me that she scoured the area shelter ads looking for just the right addition to their family. She has a thing for Maine Coon cats, as we are known to be friendly, gentle, and beautiful... that's me to a T! (I don't know what went wrong in Emily's case, must be bad genetics - she had the looks, but that's about all I can say for her!)
Mom saw my picture at the local SPCA and convinced Dad that I was "the one". I didn't know it then, but I won the cat lottery that day! They actually got one of the shelter workers to open up one evening so they could come and meet me. When they let Mom into our big jail cell, she immediately spotted me curled up in a basket with about a dozen other cats hanging out around me in the cage. I felt a lot safer in that basket! For reasons I don't understand, other cats tend to pick on me. (Mom says that animals and people tend to prey on those with gentle spirits, ones they can easily bully.)
The girl at the shelter told them I was about seven years old, and that my previous family gave me up because I didn't get along well with other cats... the truth is that it was never my fault! Mom picked me up out of the basket, and it felt so warm and wonderful to be held in someone's arms again. She held me close. I licked her hand and started to purr, and she was hooked. Dad was watching and that won him over too. The moment they carried me out of that building I knew my life was going to get much better. I sat on Mom's lap in the car and purred. I wasn't the least bit scared, I could tell they were good people... cats know those things.
We got in the house and I looked around and saw the cat tree, all the toys, the windows, and lots of space to spread out in, and I just knew I'd found my forever home. Mom and Dad decided to name me Sophie. Looking back at my pictures, I looked pretty scruffy when they first got me, my fur was ragged and I hadn't bathed in days. Hey, would you bathe with a dozen sets of eyes staring at you like you were dinner?
Before long my fur began to grow out and shine, and they tell me that I'm beautiful now... though I overheard Dad say last night that I am one foot square - a snarky comment about the unfortunate fact that I am a bit short in length and height, and a little "fluffy" around the middle. Hey, don't call me fat! Mom and Dad aren't exactly skinny either! When I was with my first family, they had my front feet declawed. That surgery was a botch job and I ended up with white fur covering just the very tips of my toes. My paws are small anyway, so now I look like I don't even have toes. Mom nicknamed me Sophie No Toes. Very funny (not), but she also calls me Sophia Marie at times, and I think that's very elegant!
Not long after arriving in my new home, while checking out my surroundings, I had my first encounter with the Green-Eyed Monster... and I mean that literally! I see this Maine Coon cat coming toward me and I'm thinking... "Hey, one of my clan, how cool!" But "Emily", as they called her, was no kin of mine... she was a demon in Maine Coon disguise! She took one look at me and threw a hissy fit the likes of which I've never seen! Turns out she really liked being a spoiled rotten only child and had no desire for a sister or playmate. The honest truth is, she hated my guts. She was high-strung to begin with, and was so jealous of my laid-back personality. I quickly became Daddy's girl, adopting his lap as my permanent resting place whenever he's home. That pissed Emily off all the more. Mom said to give it time, that she would adapt and become my friend. She never did. Emily never missed an opportunity to glower at me, chase me, beat me up, or make my life miserable.
When Mom's beloved old cat Stormy came to join us 'cuz his Dad lost their home, I welcomed him. I'm actually pretty friendly toward other cats and people too. But another cat in the house to compete for attention was just too much for Emily, she was grumpy and depressed all the time. Mom and Dad did the right thing... and found her a perfect new home and family where she could once again be an only child, with two girls who adored her and would spoil her rotten self. Good riddance! I don't miss her one bit!
We've had a couple other strays in and out of the house and mostly I didn't care for them. They tended to pick on me too. One of them got pregnant and we ended up with a batch of kittens! Mom and Dad are softies and ended up keeping Tiggy and Gracie from that litter, and found great homes for the other four in pairs. I get along fine with the little ones. I often end up bathing Gracie 'cuz she's kind of a grease ball and I feel sorry for her.
Then Mom's daughter had to move into an apartment and couldn't keep all three of her furkids; she begged Mom and Dad to take Chloe. They couldn't stand to see her so sad, so they did. Now there are the five of us furkids, and for the most part we get along pretty good. Mom got the little ones "fixed" (whatever that means, I didn't know they were broken), and Dad says "No more cats in the house!" Whew... I'm glad of that! I LOVE MY DAD! :-)
I'll be back in future posts to tell you more about life here, the way I see it, but I just have to leave you with this wee bit of information about me, something not many folks know. Mom and Dad don't find it so amusing, but I think it's the sweetest revenge ever against all the bullies in the world... Because of past abuse and cats who tried to keep me from the food bowl, whenever I am left alone in the house with the other cats, I eat as much as I want from the dry food dish, then I pee in the food!!! At first Mom and Dad couldn't figure out who was doing that (they didn't notice me snickering in the corner). But eventually I got caught in the act. Obviously, that means the other cats don't want to eat... I don't see their issue with that, they need to diet anyway! They have no problem stealing food and treats from me if Mom and Dad don't keep an eye on them!
So did I get punished for my "crime"? (The other cats were all crying for justice, one even suggested a hanging!) No! Mom and Dad understood that I just needed my own space, so now I get to stay in my very own bedroom at night. When it's time for bed, I race down the hallway and fly into my room as Mom or Dad open the door for me. The other cats try to follow, but aren't allowed in. They are sooo jealous... too bad! I sleep great, since I no longer need to keep one eye open. During the daytime they leave me out in the main rooms with the other cats for company, and we all get along fine.... as long as Mom remembers to put up the dry food bowl before she leaves for work... if not, I leave my calling card. Hehe! I know how much Mom and Dad love me, 'cuz they put up with me being such a brat! Mom says if she could clone me they'd be rich, because I am so sweet! (Chloe just rolled her eyes at that, I thought she was going to cough up a hairball!)
I hope you've enjoyed my post. Mom says I can blog again sometime, for sure! I'm looking forward to it 'cuz there a lot that goes on here you never hear about, and I know it all! :-)