My 13th Gotcha-versary!

Thirteen years ago today, Mom's life changed. She didn't KNOW her life had changed. She just thought she was adopting a cat, but if she HADN'T adopted me, nobody would know about her. I got her to blogging, and later, making quilts, and then blogging about quilts.

Mom thinks living with a tame feral cat is interesting. I won't come when she calls me, and she never knows where she will find me. There are all kinds of places in the house where I can nap, and while I have my favorites, there are some I use maybe once in two or three years. Rarely do I nap in such an obvious place as the couch (and the only reason I was there was because Mom was sitting next to me.)

So where am I now? Let's see. You are all accustomed to seeing the couch as in the top photo, but there is a table with a lamp in the corner that you rarely ever see.

The table isn't as deep as the couch, so it sits forward from the wall.

 See me?

Mom stuck a basket back there when we moved in, almost five years ago, partly because she didn't know where else to put it.

Clearly I have found the right spot. And I don't mean the basket in the corner.     

My 11th Gotcha Day!

Eleven years ago I was Gotcha'd by my Mom, and I've lived with her in New Hampster ever since.

It's also my 11th Blogoversary. I've been blogging for 11 years (although I've slacked off a lot lately.)

I wish every cat could have as good a life as I have now.

Yup, I'm a lucky girlcat.

My Tenth Gotcha-versary!

Holy Toledo! Lookit this! It's like it was yesterday, but it was TEN YEARS ago that I got my furrever home with Mom in New Hampster.

I was a cute little kit.

I am full grown now. A Queen, Mom says. I am certainly a queen of this house.

I can't believe it has been ten years. Omigosh, so much has happened. Gizzy and Jasmine, and Monty Q, and Violette...

And quilts, Julie and Chris and all the quilters I have met. And the places I have visited, Mary-land and Catifornia, the City of Angels, Washington DC and the cherry blossoms, St Louis and the Gateway Arch. Long Island and Syracuse in New York and Belfast Maine, and all the countless places in between. The house on Kelley Street and now here in the town of Goff where I have not one but TWO kitty condos, a front porch and my own personal garden to watch over.

And friends, hundreds of them, furry and otherwise from all over the world, from the US to Canada, Germany, England, Austria, New Zealand and Australia. My goodness. I could start naming names, but I'm afraid I'd leave somebody out.

My heart is full of love and good (and sad) memories. Thank you all from the bottom of my furry little heart for being there for me when I needed you. And for Mom, who loves me even though I don't greet her at the door when she comes home, don't come when she calls me, don't sleep next to her at night or sit on her lap, or even (still!) let her pick me up.

But Mom knows I love her, because I really, really do.

Happy Gotchaversary to me, and Happy Got Millie Day to Mom.

It's been a fabulous ten years

My 9th Gotcha-versary!

Wow! Time flies when you're having fun.  Today is my 9th Gotcha-versary.  Happy Me!

I got a Mom, a house, a front porch, two kitty condos, all the stinky goodness, crunchies and 'Nip I could ever ask for, a water fountain, furriends all over the world, and most of all, a safe Home.

What more could a Cat want?

If you're reading this today, thank you. If you contributed to my bionic leg, thank you. If you are Malcolm in Maine, or Max in California, thank you.

My Gotcha-versary!

Eight years ago I moved to New Hampster and my furrever home.

I met my Mom.

and I met my big bro, Gizzy.

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I loved Gizzy.

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I liked my big sis Jasmine too, but she wasn't thrilled to have me around.

It's hard to believe that was eight years ago. In that long time I have made many friends around the world, and a new family too, with Monty Q in Mary-land.

I got Mom making quilts again, and now she is almost as famous as me.

I have traveled across the US (twice!) and visited many famous places.

I was even part of a wedding.

I am a very lucky cat.

Thank you Mom, for making it all possible and giving me such a wonderful home.

It's My 7th Gotcha-Day!

Holy Toledo!! (What's Toledo? Why is it holy? I dunno, but I digress...)

(oh, I was a cute little kit!)

Today is the seventh anniversary of this:

 It's my Gotcha-Day! The day I got my Forever Home. The day I got my Mom! (She thinks it's the day she got me. She's wrong, but I won't correct her.)

My Mom loves me a lot and gives me lots of cool stuff, like this heated cat cup.  Mostly she loves me even though I don't come when she calls me, don't sit in her lap, sleep next to her at night, or let her pick me up, trim my claws or snorgle my belly.

Which is kinda amazing, when you think about it. I really do love her, even though I don't show it the way most cats do. I'm lucky to be alive, and I know it. I'm REALLY lucky I have such a terrific Mom.

Yup, today is a really great, really important day in my life. I'm happy to be here, living with Mom, in New Hampster, and happy to have such wonderful friends in the blogosphere.

My Gotcha Day!

O my Bast!  Lookit what happens when your Mom is busy, Roger Federer is playing tennis at the Olympics and the Hots are here. You forget it's your Gotcha Day.  Holy Bast!

It's my SIXTH Gotcha-versary!  WHEE!!!!!

Lookit me. Napping on Mom's lap.  Life is pretty good.  Thanks Mom, for giving me an awesome home!

My 5th Gotcha-Day Anniversary!

Holy Toledo, Batman! (dunno who Batman is, but it sounded good.) I've been here FIVE years!If my Rescue-Day was the Most Important Day of My Life, then August 5, 2006 is the second most important day.It's the day I got my Mom and my Forever Home. I know all cats with Forever Homes are lucky, but I really lucked out. My Mom helped me start a blog, (today is also my Blog-o-versary), and through my blog I have friends all over the world!

Mom and I get along real well. I've got her trained pretty good. She feeds me the foods I want, I get scritches when I want, all the 'Nip a girlcat could ask for, and a squillion awesome napping spots.

Mom sang the Happy Gotcha Day song to me this morning when she brought me my favorite stinky goodness - BEEF!

Oh happy me!

4 Year Gotcha-Day!

It's my 4-Year Gotcha-Day! Four years ago I came to live here. I was a rescue kitty from Connecticat. I had been hit by a car. I got a bionic leg. I got a second chance, but I was scared.I know now that I would have found a good home, and a loving family, but gee willikers, who would have thought I have so many friends all over the world!

Who would've thought I'd get an extra fambly (and a Mancat friend, Monty Q) in Mary-land. (I even have a special Angel.) Oh! I have had so many amazing experiences. I am such a lucky girl-cat!

It's hard to believe I got so lucky with my Mom. She understands I am afraid of getting picked up, so she doesn't try. She doesn't try to make me wear a collar, or clip my claws. She gives my my favorite flavors of stinky goodness, and treats. I even get fresh, home-grown 'Nip. It's my Gotcha-Day, but it's a special day for my Mom, too.

So I got her some roses...
In her favorite color!

3 Year Gotcha-Day!

This is my 3 Year Gotcha-versary!Mom thinks she's the one who "got" me three years ago today.Of course, the truth is, I'm the one who "got" her!


Heh!

My 2 Year Gotcha-versary!

It's my 2 Year Gotcha-versary! Two years ago I came to live here in New Hampster with Mom and Jasmine and Gizzy. They have both gone to the Rainbow Bridge, and I am now Top Cat. Mom calls me The Cat Who Changed Her Life. Without me, there would be no Gizzy Quilts. No fundraisers for SweetBean or the Meezers, and I would never have met Monty Q. In purrson!(Geez, Mom, can't you leave -some- things private?)

Of course I wouldn't have met all the wonderful cats and beans who are now my very good friends, either. That's really the best part. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

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I think it's a great thing that today is also NOMS Day. As you all know, my fur cousins Roxy and Lucky are woofies. They are my # 1 Not of My Species pals.

I brought Monty over to their house on Sunday to meet them. They were quite nice (after we gave them some treats.)

Roxy was very eager to see us.
She and Monty Q hit it off right away. They're both pretty outgoing.Lucky and I got along very well too. We're both more quiet.
Aren't I just the luckiest cat in the whole blogosphere world?

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OH! And you know that Disguise Question? Well Mom said it was a DEAD HEAT! Which is completely ridiculous, of course. Nobody's dead. But it means that I can have different outfits depending on my mood! (giggle) Thanks for your input, everyone!

It's my Gotcha-Day!

It's my One-Year Gotcha-Day Anniversary! I am so happy I found a forever home. You all know the story of my early life. Many of you helped Malcolm with the green papers to pay for the v-e-t to fix my badly broken leg and save my life. Mom did too, but she never expected I would become her kitty.

Mom says the world changes every day, and her life sure did change the day she got me. Here I am, in a lovely photo taken by my foster dad Dan Rauci, the day I went to live with Mom back in August 2006.

By September, I had made friends with Gizzy. I thought he was wonderful, and he made me feel welcome and loved. I liked getting attention from Gizzy.

Here I am in October. You probably recognize this photo from my profile.

This is one of Mom's favorite pictures of me, taken in November 2006. I couldn't believe Gizzy actually -asked- to be petted. I would let Mom get sorta close, but not really close. And I let her pet me a very little bit, but not much. I didn't think I'd ever -ask- to be petted.

In December, the Christymas tree went up. I loved the Christymas tree, and had lots of fun climbing the tree and playing with the decorations. For some reason, this did not please Mom and I got into trouble. I can't wait for the Christymas tree to go up again this year!

In January I had my ladygardenectomy operation. And I started showing off my tummy!

In February, we found out Gizzy was sick, and Mom started making quilts to pay the v-e-t. Mom has been Bizzy for Gizzy ever since.

Here I am in March, watching over Gizzy. I tried to make sure he got a lot of loving.

April was hard. I had my birthday, but then two weeks later, Gizzy went to the Rainbow Bridge. The words of comfort from all our friends in the Cat Blogosphere really helped us all.

In May, Mom caught me washing my tail. I just don't understand what's so funny about this photo.

In June, I -finally- got my own Gizzy quilt.

Here I am in July, relaxing in the cat hammock, enjoying the warm weather and the fresh air. I let Mom -see- my tummy, but nobody gets to -touch- my tummy.

OK! OK! I ask to be petted now. I like it. I just don't let Mom get carried away with it. I keep an eye on her the whole time. I don't let her pick me up or trim my claws either. When I was a younger kitty I would have said I 'd never let her do those things to me; but I never thought I would come when she called my name, and I never thought I'd beg ask to be petted either.

Besides, I have to give you all something to look forward to!

I'm really happy here in my forever home with Mom and Jasmine (well, sorta with Jasmine), and I am very happy I made friends with cats from the blogosphere. Thank you everybody!