Mom says that if we are going to change our personalities every day then we should just introduce ourselves! So here it goes…
My name is Esprit. I am the princess and general ruler of the household. I have also been with mom the longest. I was found by a rescue organization living under a car with my feral mom and brother and sister (oh yeah, my sister lives here now too, but it is much more important to hear about me, I’m pretty great!).
(Who me? Yes I am pretty , that is why my adoring fans take so many pictures!)
So I went to live with my family at a shelter when I was about 6 months old. Momma cat taught us that when we are scared we should HISS SMACK. So that is what we did, until one day a lady that came to the shelter to visit us found me hiding out in my favourite cupboard under the sink. She said “why does this pretty little baby not have a nice blanket to lie on?” Well she tried to give me one and found out exactly why I did not have a blanket to lie on…. HISS SMACK! But she did not take that for an answer and instead showed me brush. Brush did not flinch away from HISS SMACK, in fact brush would touch my cheeks, and felt so good, wow I love brush!
(now I have a very big blanket to lie on)
So I learned how to be a princess, and then one day the lady took me home and became my Mom! She said that she only had one furbaby at home, a black 3-year-old named Sky. I LOVED Sky, he was so wonderful and taught me how to explore the house and be not so scared.
(Me gazing adoringly at my favourite guy)
I only got to live with Sky for a month and a half though. Then one day Sky wouldn’t walk anymore and mom wrapped him up in his favourite bed and his favourite blanket and took him away. She said that he had to go over the Bridge because we couldn’t make him feel better anymore. I was sad to be alone.
I’m Scarlet, and that’s where I come in! (Uh oh, Esprit is giving me dirty looks, I might get smacked for taking over the introduction!) Mom waited a couple months until she had found something called ‘work’ (we have not a clue what this might mean). Then I got to see my sister again. I was about a year and a half and still pretty feral. Now I’m happy (and a bit rolly polly). In fact Mom calls me ‘angel’ because I’m such a good girl
(OK, sometimes I torture my new brother or smack mom a bit, but they deserve it). I just like doing my own thing for the most part, Mom says she loves how I play with my pipecleaners like I have never seen one before, or how I just take myself off and start kneading and purring. Mom says I am the most skittish around her, but also the bravest in general and I have the sweetest expression. Mom also says that she needs more pictures of me since I have only been around since August and she doesn’t have something called a digital camera.
(me, as usual, doing my own thing)
Speaking of a lack of pictures, I’m Fawkes, I’m the boy! I LOVE Mom!! I didn’t always love Mom though. I was living outside for a long time, it was cold and I was hungry. I found this place where there was a food dish outside. That was great, so I stopped by there a lot. Then it got REALLY cold. (Mom says –50C) I was January 16th and Mom borrowed a trap, and boy did I fall for that! I was pretty upset for a month or so… shredding carpet and window screens in the room I was put in. Mom thought that she would just let me be, get me fixed and all that and then let me figure things out for myself… and three weeks ago I did, all of a sudden I figured it out… this is HEAVEN!
(I don’t really hide under the bed anymore, sheesh Mom get with the times!)
Now all I’m going to do is be a big Teddy bear. I love to sit on Mom, meow at Mom, be with Mom. Mom says I really have to work on my manners; I also tend to sit on my new sisters, or roll on them and stuff. Then I get smacks. So Mom needs to get one of those digital cameras so she can show off pictures of me being a smushy red teddy bear instead of these silly photos of me when I was still feral.
(Yeah I was still feral here and lookin’ a bit stressed. Mom was sneaky with this picture!)