TK: You have to speak up, little brofur, so efurryone can read you.
Pip: I don't know what to say...
TK: Juss tells about you, like why you lives wif us now.
Pip: But it is better to be quiet when bad things are about!
TK: Don't be ascairt! No one is gonna hurts you. Dis a nice place wif furry nice kitties. Them all knows this is our place, they not tries to take it away from you.
Pip: I am not scared!! I am an outdoor cat, we do not get scared!
Hello, my name is Pip-Squeak. TK says that yesterday was my "Gotcha Day".
TK: Pip, juss talks normal, me promises, blogging is fun!
Pip: Hello, my name is Pip-Squeak... and this is my story.
A few darks ago Socks came in my territory again. He thinks that this yard is his, but it is not, it is mine. So we had to have a fight.
After the fight, I was resting in my cabana, when suddenly the lady that always brushes and feeds me (TK says I should call her mommy now,) picked me up, shoved me into a big box, and zipped me in. I can tell you outdoor mancats do not like this at all. Seriously, here I am defending the realm and this is the thanks I get?
Next thing I knew, the lady put the big box in an even bigger box, and it was moving! Then it stopped and the lady took the big box out of the bigger box and took it in an even bigger box. I really was not too scared, the lady has always been nice to me. Then we were waiting, and the lady reached in a few times to scratch my chin, and I had to purr to let her know she was doing it correctly.
Then she moved the box. I got to get out and onto a table. There was a lady in a coat, and she stole some of my fur and stuck me with a needle. I was a gentleman, my lady was stroking my head, I am always safe when she is around. The coat lady said I was too gentle to be feral.
And that is when everything turned bad.
Someone came in the room, I could not see my lady anymore. What was I doing here? Then I showed them what a ferocious outdoor kitty could do. I finally saw my lady, but by then everyone else was attacking me, my lady look scared.
I put my ears flat, showed my teeth, pulled my claws out, and I fought. I fought for hours, sortie after sortie. I used all my best cat-ninja moves. I fought on the table, I fought on the chair, I fought on the counter with all the papers that flew in the air. I jumped from the counter to a cloth on the door, I hung 6 feet up, and I fought there as well. All were defeated by my prowess!
Then I got jammed up in the corner... There was a towel and gloves...
I won that fight too, but I decided to rest in the cell that they put me in anyway. Then I went to sleep, and when I woke up, some parts of me were missing!?! I took inventory from my head down, of the missing things- some fur on my shoulder, some fur on my back, some OH MY COD!?! Where are they?
I was ferocious in my cell! I attacked anything that moved, cat-ninja style. They even put a sign on the door that I was a wild-animal! You better believe that sign!!!!
Then my lady came and they shoved me in the big box again.
My lady took me out of the even bigger box, and put me in the big box that moves. Then she opened my door and gave me my favorite chin scratches. Of course I rolled on my back, so that she could serve me better. And I purred so that she would know that she was doing it correctly.
Now I am at the big box that is near my outside territory. I have met TK and Squashies. They both give me my space, they know I am the toughest kitty on the block, though really they should be more scared of me than they appear to be. They even slept a few feet away from me last night. I am in their territory, and they do not seem to mind it. Indoor kitties are weird.
The big problem is that I can see my territory, but my lady won't open the door like she used to. I'm not sure what to think... I do feel safe here. But my territory is so close. Why is my lady not opening the door? I will have to nap on this greatest of questions.
|Pip- safe, warm and loved.|
We just got the sad news that Emily, of ToSimplify, went to the bridge today. If you have a few seconds, please stop by. She was Glenn's furend for 18.5 years. He is furry sad.
|Godspeed, sweet Emily!|