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Sophie's Cattails #1 - Sophie Says


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! :-)

28 comments:

  1. That's a cute post. I could almost trust you to come out to play with me, as long as you're gentle, considering I'm a hamster and all...

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    1. I think we would have a great time playing together, Gledwood, considering that I have no claws, and I'm much too well fed to go to all the trouble of catching and eating you! :-)

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  2. You are so helpful to your mom. How much work did she get done while you were typing?

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    1. I found it much easier to reach the keyboard when I was sitting on Mom's lap, so she still didn't get any work done, but we aren't really surprised by that, are we? She'll use any good excuse to avoid housework! :-)

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  3. Sophie, I hate to say it but you are one spoiled cat. One thing, you sure write good. Almost better than my Adi (Adi's meme, written by Adi. You would like it at our house too. Amber has the whole open upstairs for her own now. That is the large game room and a bath. Adi and Katrin get to sleep with us.

    Amber=Daughter Karen's cat; Adi=Karen's beagle dog; and Katrin=Mrs. Jim's toy poodle which was willed to her.
    Story about Adi Jane, Katrin, and Amber

    Josie, I hear a few negative things about my blogging also. Like what are you doing on the computer right now? Sometimes I show her a newstopic, most times I say, "I have posted a blog today." I never say two days.

    Jim's Six Word Saturday
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    1. Another house filled with furkids, I love those kinds of places! I will definitely have to read the posts you mentioned, and I know Mom will want to read them too! Mom is pretty good about letting remarks about computer time go in one ear and out the other.. and boy do humans have big ears by the way! She says writing is her passion...Dad rolls his eyes! :-)

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  4. You had a hard start in life, Sophie, and so I can definitely forgive you your transgressions. And I’m happy for you that you reached such a fine home as you matured. I know what it’s like, having a hard start. Enjoyed your story very much.

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    1. Thank you Shimon! Both my Mom and I have found the later years of our lives to be the very best part, and well worth waiting for! All that we have gone thru makes us who we are. I like who I am as a cat, and apparently my Mom and Dad do too!

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  5. Sophie, you are my kinda' girl! Your post was wonderful. I am so thankful that you were adopted by such wonderful, loving parents. And they are blessed by you. As for the other cats, it sounds like can hold you own just fine. I look forward to reading more from you in the future. ~Hugs~
    P.S. Maggie P., Grizelda & Chloe all send purrs.

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    1. Thank You Annie! My Mom tells me lots of good things about you and your furkids. We both want to come and visit you sometime! We want to find out what this color "green" is all about. The only color we know here is brown... lots of shades of brown. I get stickers in my fur, and that's no fun!

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  6. How lovely you are Sophie. Maybe a bit of a brat but hey aren't we all. My catkid Teddy posts on my blog quite often. He is a shelter cat, too.

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    1. I can be a brat at times, and I turn into a Tazmanian Devil if Mom or Dad try to clean my ears or clip my back toenails, but for the most part I'm well-behaved and mellow. Looks can be deceiving, huh? :-) Mom and I will stop by yourblog to meet Teddy. I never met a cat I didn't like... except Emily, and she started it!

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  7. Oh Sophie, what a wonderful post. Thank you for sharing your tail (tale...see what I did there?) with us.:D

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    1. Thank you Lily, writing it made Mom laugh. She sent it to her son and he laughed too! Funny, Mom and Dad were just talking about naming my posts "Cattails" and then you did it here... great minds think alike! :-)

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  8. What a great post this is. You are certainly a puurrrfect writer! And tell your mom thanks for letting em know that my link wasn't working! Snuffles, my shih tsu says 'Growl!'

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    1. Thank you, Soulbrush. I'm catching on to what Mom loves about this blogging thing... all the nice folks that come and comment! You can even admit your faults here and people still like you! :-) I don't know about dogs, I haven't met up with one in recent years. Maybe I would like them, I'm pretty open-minded.

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  9. Love Sophie's blog...a girl just has to talk at times. :)

    http://susiessentences.blogspot.com/2012/06/we-finally-got-some-rain-here.html?showComment=1341130033883#c1578760951767577212

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    1. Thanks Susie! I've been wanting to vent about Emily for along time,and I've got lots more stories to tell, if Mom doesn't ban me from the keyboard.... there was a little issue with all the fur I left between the keys... looks pretty much like the rest of the house to me! :-)

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  10. Sophie - you are one lucky kitty girl!! I loved your blog post.

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    1. You are right Susan, I really am a blessed kitty, I remember what my life was like before, and how scary it was in that SPCA jail cell my old family sent me to. Here I lead a life of luxury, eat, sleep, play... Mom says she wants to be a cat in her next life!

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  11. Good job, Sophie, your a great writer, especially for a cat! I wouldn't want to know what our cats would say about me. Glad they don't know how to type. Lol! I don't think that's nice of you to pee in the other cats bowl. Your like our cat Simon who pees in front of our front door. Not, cool! : )

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    1. I agree Joseph, it is probably a good thing cats can't write "tell all" stories and sell them to publishers, we see and know it all! Then again, perhaps if we sold such stories we could live lives of opulance with servants... oh wait, we already do that! Tell Simon I like his style!

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  12. Peeing in the food bowl - LOL. I'm only laughing because it's funny, not because I approve. Haha. Shame on you, Sophie....... you are a great guest blogger, though!

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    1. Mom and Dad were totally taken aback by that little development, Selma, but you must admit it is diabolically clever! Survival of the smartest I guess, except I forget that the next time I get hungry there will be nothing fit to eat. UGH! Glad you enjoyed my first blogging attempt, writing it was great fun! :-)

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  13. my pup really enjoyed Sophie's blogging.....and, your cats are beautiful!!

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    1. Thank you Joanne,it was a fun story to tell. I even had Mom laughing at my comments about Emily, but what can I say, she didn't like me very much even when I tried to be her friend! I may not be the most beautiful of the bunch here, but Mom and Dad both say I'm the sweetest, and they are right about that! :-)

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  14. Sophie Marie I so wish I could have a beauty like you! but I have two dogs living at my house. But you sound absolutely divine and I long for another fur ball. Sounds like you have found your forever home and I am so happy that you have, I look forward to hearing from you again.

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    1. Why thank you Len! Mom says I was pretty scruffy looking when they first got me from the shelter, but it didn't take long for me to blossom and shine here where I know I am safe and loved! If you check at local shelters, there are plenty of cats who have grown up with dogs, are used to them, and get along just fine. There is always one who will touch your heart and need a home! We cats like to think we make the best lap friends, though I suppose dogs are ok too, though they seem a bit hyper and emotional, we cats have aloof down to a science!;-)

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