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Date: November 8, 2006
I am innocent I tell you. Innocent.
I was getting the dog, Trim, Groomed.
I had come to pick her up.
And I passed by cages on the way to the cashier.
Furry Friends was there. They are who I acquired Ranger from.
Well, there was this little lady-like orange tabby cat.
Yep, female.
6 months old.
Very prim and proper.
Very calm.
Sat up like an Egyptian cat.
So I was hooked. A gentle cat. How novel.
I've been hunting the female version of Ranger for some time.
So they came the next day, papers and all. You "adopt".
And Summer, exploded out of the box.
Runs canting sideways.
Flies around the place.
"Oh, she'll cry if you leave her alone."
Sure she will.
"Don't be surprised if the new kitty hides for a few days"-----
HA! Whoever wrote that article never met this Kitten!
Summer took over the house immediately
Ranger growled - she growled right back. (They are down to hissing.)
She bristled at the dog - then decided the dog was harmless and just sits on the bed staring at her. (Trim, aged now, no longer up to jumping into the Tacoma - I must LIFT her - doesn't move from her bed.)
Has a voice (likes boiled chicken - complains when she eats it all and can't find anymore) and she then cries all over and tries to eat my share.
Likes to type on the G5 tower Mac computer (and can delete email).
So I type - toss cat.
Type - toss cat.
Type - toss cat.
She thinks it's a great game.
She thinks 3AM is a great time to play with Mommy.
Pretends to be a Slinky toy if you want to hold her.
That is - unless she wants to be sleeping curled up on the sofa with my hip for a pillow.
Bats your hand when she wants to be petted.
Cries when she wants attention (a softer cry then the "FEED ME MORE CHICKEN" cry.
Then runs about the house madly - petting requires you do not pick her up necessarily - but I do anyway.
She was hysterical coming out of my closet last night with a panty-liner in her mouth and the thing pointing into the air like a trophy.
I had to chase her to the living room to get it.
She was prancing - I about fell over laughing - priceless.
She is well-settled.
(A week? A month? To Adjust? HA, HA and HA.)
I came home to a chewed up panty-liner - there must be a box in the closet I forgot about.
She has more balls than brains - about 20 of them on the floor. Watch me fall.
I just spent over $100 on a small cathouse. (Truck is loaded - big one will come next week.) They have them with spiral stairs and all kinds of add-ons now. This is a simple 2-story one she looked over - ignored.
But I have catnip------.
She has a scratching box - pulled at the tassels and ignored it.
But I have catnip----- ha ha.
She rubs my feet when I am typing.
Between leaps into my lap, onto the keyboard, or onto the speakers....
She purrs like a motor.
Close her up in the third bedroom until she adjusts? - Nope - she has the whole house under control.
How anyone adopted her and returned her is beyond comprehension. (Some idiot did just that - well, that was so I could find her. She is MINE.)
Everyone who has seen the photos I have taken thinks she is beautiful and adorable
She is about to become an Internet Star
She makes me laugh.
John would have fallen in love on sight. Chuck is coming to meet her tomorrow. She has a special, expensive carry bag that she can see out of since she is going to San Diego on Friday.
We'll have to see how Ranger does. Give him a week.
Whose chair is this????
 What? Mommy typing? I don't think so!
So many things - so little time
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