'Dopted

Dear Diary,


Minnie here...sort of. So today was yet another strange one. So strange in fact, I can barely process it. First of all, I slept in...I nearly missed breakfast, which was no big deal, because my zipper still hurt and I feel yucky. My tummy feels stretched. My eye itches.


Around lunch time, a red shirt lady came in our house and put little paper collars on our necks--like necklaces! Pretty! She said to a blue shirt lady that the kittens (that's us!) went "live" (I'm not sure what that means) and the phone was "ringing off the hook".  Right at lunch time, a grandpa-man with really nice eyes came in. He looked at us through our house window and tapped on the window a little.


Mickey, who's usually pretty quiet ran right up to the window for some reason. Clarabelle was like, "what are you doing, Mickey?!?" but he didn't listen at all--just ran right up like he knew the guy.


The man turns to the blue shirt lady, and said, "That one! He's the one!" I am not sure what he's the one means....but then the lady came in, picked up Mickey and said, he was going to go meet with the man and someone called a "doption counselor". Mickey waived at us, as he was being carried away...and then he was gone. Just like that.


I was worried, except the nice man seemed so friendly that I knew it wasn't bad. Now I have a pretty good idea what happened to him because just as I was snuggling up to Clarabelle for our nap I heard Daisy jumping around at the window and there was ANOTHER man looking in our house! I turned around and blinked at him a few times to get him in focus. He was young, and had a beard. He looked nice. He smiled at us and kind of waived at me.


Two blue shirt ladies came and got me and Daisy. I was worried about leaving Clarabelle, but I knew she was with Donald and she'd be okay. Daisy and I went into this room with the man and the two blue shirt ladies. The man said his name was "Sam". Pretty cool name....Sam.


The ladies started to ask him questions Daisy started to climb all around. My tummy was still feeling a little queasy and THEN the most embarrassing thing happened. The man waived at me and I went to waive back and my paw got stuck in my paper collar! I was feeling so embarrassed! The 'doption counselor had to take my collar off to get me untangled. Mortifying.


For some reason I really wanted to man to like me, but Daisy was being really friendly. She climbed up in his beard and was purring and meowing. Daisy's kind of a show-off, and I was sure that the man would like her more.


Then a lady walked in. She said her name was "Jen". She seemed sort of discombobulated (that's fun word..discombobulated....) and had brown hair. She kept looking at me. Daisy ran up to her and started batting at her coat (showoff).


They talked to the blue shirt ladies who said they were 'doption counselors. They asked all kinds of questions. I learned that Sam and Jen were married. They have two dogs (not sure how I feel about that) and two girl cats. They live in a house. They both work with human kittens at something called a "school" but don't have human kittens  at their house (just regular cats like me).


Jen kept smiling at me. She whispered something to Sam about how cute I was. I tried to wink a little at her from behind the computer monitor. I wasn't feeling well, but I wanted badly for her to like me for some reason. Daisy was running around, the room. Then Jen picked me up from my cubby. She held me close and I felt really safe, and warm. She smelled nice. Sam started rubbing my ears.

Even though I wasn't feeling very good I tried to purr a little so they would know that I liked them. The 'doption ladies said they would leave them alone to make their decision, and they put Daisy and I back in a box. Daisy said she was sure they would pick her. She wanted to run around and play a lot. She was hoping for a human-kitten to play with, but she thought maybe she could learn to be friends with dogs. "If not, I'll just beat 'em up and show 'em who's boss..." I was not so sure about that.


Then, there was a long wait. Suddenly, the lady in the blue shirt came in and said, "Minnie, you're going to your new forever home!" I wasn't sure what that meant but I think it's a good thing. She took me out of the box and I waived goodbye to Daisy...and right as I was waiving there was a family with a human kitten that walked by. They were looking at Donald and Clarabelle and I'll bet Daisy, who will probably be their 'doption.


So I went into a blue box that Sam brought with him. The 'doption counselor put my blanket inside, and gave Sam and Jen some crunchies and some books to read all about me! They were smiling and so happy. I was happy too, but still feeling a little nervous, and my tummy was flip-floppy.


Jen put me back in a car. I am not a fan. The rumbling and the noise. Ugh. She started talking to me about what she should "call" me. Shirley? I meowed no. Evy? No. Gracie? (Sam had said absolutely not, and I agree).


Then she said "What about Lyla? Like Lilac? You're kind of a lilac color...What do you think, little Lyla?" Lyla sounded pretty good to me. Lllllyyyyla. I like it. It sounds very glamorous. Like a movie star or a song.


So apparently, I'm not Minnie now, I'm Lyla.


When we got home we met Sam there. They brought me in the house and there were lots of smells and sounds. The dogs, or pugs as they are called were making noises. I caught a glimpse of a cat that looked just like Clarabelle but big! All yellow.


Sam and Jen put me in a room called a "bathroom". It makes sense because my litter box is in something called the "bath" tub. It's a big white slippery box. I got to meet my Uncle Tyler who lives with Sam and Jen. Jen said that she was going to be my "Mom" now and Sam was going to be my "Papa." I'm not sure how I feel about it, but they seem pretty nice.


My tummy is still hurting tonight, though. This bath-room is a little chilly, and I scrunched up in my carrier. Mom-Jen brought me in some blankets, and Papa Sam, held me for quite a while. It's pretty overwhelming right now. I'm wondering what Clarabelle, and Daisy and Donald are doing and if they're still at the Humane Society and I wonder how Mickey is doing with the older man with the nice eyes. I wonder if the little human-kitten 'dopted Daisy. I hope Clarabelle is brave. She's small. I hope Donald doesn't steal her food.


The Big Clarabelle-yellow cat keeps scratching at the door. I don't know if she likes me. Uncle Tyler said I was "adorable" and that he'd never seen a purple cat before (I'm actually lilac, but whatever). My eye still itches. Papa Sam put a light in the bath-room for me. I'm really thirsty too.


Anyway, this has been the most exhausting day EVER! I'm going to have sleepy-time now. Being 'dopted is a lot of work.

Things Can ALWAYS Get Weirder

Dear Diary,




Minnie here, again. So TODAY got even stranger. First we had breakfast--crunchies! Yum...but nooo milk. Still no Mommy. My tummy hurt even before the day started. Clarabelle said her tummy hurt too, and Donald kept hogging the food bowl AND the mouse stuffy. We cuddled on the blanket  to feel better and then the blue shirt lady came in.




She took me away from Clarabelle and into a room with a different dogtor--a boy one. There were lots of strange noises and smells. I sneezed and then there was a sharp pokey feeling and I must have gone to sleep, because the next thing I knew there was light and I was waking up!




There is a ZIPPER on my tummy!!! Just a little one. The dogtor told a different blue shirt lady that my "spay" was all done. Just like they did to Mommy! I wonder if mommy has a zipper too. I miss her. My zipper feels owie and they said that I have a "chip". I don't know what that means. As far as I can tell it just means my tummy hurts and feels clogged. I am not hungry, even for crunchies.




The blue shirt lady took me back to my house and Clarabelle and Daisy were there. Donald and Mickey were gone but when they came back they didn't have zippers. Only the girls. They said they didn't feel good either, though. Donald didn't want to eat either and he ALWAYS wants to eat (he should have been named Porky Pig instead of Donald in my opinion).


We are all so tired. Even Daisy. She barely even wanted to chase my tail. No more modeling today, either. I just want to sleeeeeep.


Goodnight!


Minnie

Confusing Day...Ozaukee Humane Society and the Dogtor

Dear Diary,


Minnie here. Today was confusing...the hands picked me up and put me, Daisy, Clarabelle, Donald and Mickey into a strange thing called a box. My mommy meowed to us, and we all yelled for her, but the hands took us into something loud called a car. It moved and shook. I YELLED! We all snuggled together to try to help each other be brave. I'm worried without mommy. Daisy kept biting my tail, and Donald made a smelly.


Then when got to a place called the "Ozaukee Humane Society"...Ozaukee is a fun word to say...Oh-zaw-keeee....Anyway, when we got to the Humane place, the hands took me out of the box and put me on a cold table--without my brothers and sisters! There was a nice lady called a dog-ter (but she was a people not a dog) and she looked at me allllll over. I got poked with something owie. I cried and cried. She kept giving me pets though, and told me that I was good. She had a soft voice.


Then another nice people lady in a blue shirt picked me up and I was back with Daisy, Clarabelle, Donald and Mickey! Apparently they all got to visit the dogtor too, and got poked with the spikey thing. I could hear the hands talking to the blue shirt lady and then they left.
The blue shirt lady put us on a blanket and took pictures of us! She said I was a natural model! I love modeling. I did some poses for her. She said she would put it on their website. I guess it's because I'm really beautiful.


Now it's dark. There are lots of strange smells, and I can hear meows, but they aren't mommy. Daisy says we will stick together. She is hogging all the new toys. Donald keeps eating the food. Mommy is not here to stop him.


I hope mommy is okay. I heard the hands talking to the dogtor about doing something called "spayed" to Mommy. She said Mommy was a "stray" whatever that means, but they were going to give her a nice home and she could stay with them. I don't know what that means for us....


I'm getting sleepy. I wish that Mickey didn't snore. Also, my eye itches.


--Minnie

My Model Pose