Lovely Luke

Today I am sending Mom off to Denver to attend Blog Paws 2010 West. She's going out there to learn how to improve my bloggie. I can't wait to see what she learns and how we will change things. I'm hoping to be able to tell more happy stories about kitties at Wayside Waifs that have found their forever homes like I did. This is one of those stories!


Luke is a special kitty who did find his forever home recently. When he first arrived at Wayside, his right eye was kind of messed up. The V-E-Ts at Wayside had to remove it, so now he only has one eye.


When Mom met him he wasn't feeling very good and had a yucky tummy. He seemed so grateful to her to have a lap to cuddle in, rather than laying in his kennel on his towel. Mom sat on the floor and he got right in her lap and napped there for the longest time. Soon, Mom had to go home, but she kept thinking about Luke. She worried about his upset tummy and if the right family would come along to give this one-eyed kitty a good home.


Mom didn't have to worry for long though...she checked in with another volunteer a few days later and learned that Luke had been adopted! This makes me want to purr with joy! There are so many kitties in the shelter and some of them are a little different from other kitties or have special needs. I'm glad there are families out there willing to take in all kinds of kitties, even the one-eyed kitties like Luke!

Toofers

Anipals, the most distressing thing happened yesterday. Mom brushed my toofers! I can't even begin to tell you how upset I was. She put on this funny glove, put some schtuff on the brushy parts, held me in her arms, then stuck her fingers in my mouth and started rubbing my teeth and gums. I didn't let her have an easy time though, uh-uh. I fought and twisted and pushed and squirmed. She wouldn't give up though, she kept putting me in different positions and sticking her fingers in my mouth. Finally, she had enough and let me go. I proceeded to hide under the futon in her office, waaaaay back where she couldn't get me again.

She'll never get me back here.

She says I have to get my toofers brushed so I don't need to go back to the V-E-T again for a dental cleaning. That was really awful! At least it was Mom doing it this time and not some stranger. I guess they look pretty good, too.

Check out those fangs!

Do other kitties get their toofers brushed too? How does your human do it? Do you like it better than I did? I suppose we have to keep our smiles shiny!

Happy Mother's Day!

Mom cuddling me on the first day we met.


I think I am a very lucky kitty cat to have the mom that I have. She has loved me from the moment she met me and tells me so every day. Even though I came to my mom in a different way than others, it doesn't make her any less of a mom to me. She's not furry like me and only walks on two legs, but we're family! I hope my mom knows how much I love her and that I wish her the happiest of all days this Mother's Day.



My favorite place to be: Mom's lap.

My Own Narnia

Do you remember those C.S. Lewis books? The ones where the kids went into the wardrobe and found that amazing other world? I'm pretty sure there's something similar in the closets where I live. I just have to get in there to find out!

There are two closets at home. Mom keeps them both closed off, but she goes into them sometimes. When I hear the door open, I come running, dropping whatever I am doing. It doesn't matter if I'm playing with a mousie, nomming on my kibble or enjoying a sunpuddle. I want to be there when that door is open! Most of the time Mom says, "No, Sebastian. You have to stay out." She'll push me away or turn me around. Sometimes she picks me up and puts me on the bed before she goes back to what she's doing in there. I'm not sure if she doesn't know about the secrets the closets hold, or if she is just too busy to pay attention.

Sometimes, I'm able to get in the closet before Mom notices. That always feels so exciting! I sniff everything that I can and peek into all the crevices. I'll even curl up in the corner and wait for something to happen. Before it does, though, Mom is shooing me out, telling me "closets aren't for kitties." Clearly she is mistaken!

One day, Mom was working back and forth in both closets and she left one of the doors open. This was a prime opportunity for me! I did my usual once-over of the closet before finding my way on top of a cozy shoe cabinet. What a wonderful spot! I just knew that was a place where I could sit quietly and do some deep kitty thinking. Mom found me, but didn't make me move. In fact, she took a picture of me; it's the picture I use for my profile here. I sat there for a while watching Mom work and contemplating what I could write about and if the super-secret closet-world would open up to me.

Unfortunately, it never did. But that doesn't mean it isn't there. I just have to keep trying to get back in there and looking for my own Narnia. One day, she'll open the door and forget about me getting in the closet. I'll have my chance to discover what the closet holds. Any ideas?