My little kitty turns 4 today!
Time flies, looks like only yesterday she came to live here… I found her in a shelter with her mum, brother and sister. They were taken away from a bad home, waiting for some nice people to take care of them. Browsing around some sites, thinking about getting a cat and there was her pic! So cute, so small, so gorgeous, I knew I found my new roommate!
According to the lady from the shelter and my vet she’s a half-bread, part street cat, part Siamese or Ragdoll. Her colours suggest one of both, the fluff and the hairs on my couch deliver proof of the part Ragdoll ;-) I’ve never had a cat with so much hair!
Before she could come home with me, she needed surgery to repair an umbilical defect. Poor little thing, so young and already stitches!
Finally we went to the shelter to pick her up! During the ride home, she cried lots, I was scared it would take quite some time to get used to her new living environment… So I opened her cage so she could see the living room and seek hiding under whatever was closest. No need to worry, our little lady took one look around and joyfully examined every corner of her new home. Two minutes later she was playing with her new toys and afterwards fell asleep on my mum’s lap. She was home indeed…
She’s got a feisty temperament (as visitors shall agree!), but needs her mommy (me) so bad! She loves hours of cuddles, sleeping on my lap, playing catch with her laser-mouse, eating (of course), killing every fly that dares to enter her domain and dragging her stuffed tiger around the house. That tiger (actually she’s got two, just in case one get’s assassinated) can tell stories! He’s been drowned in her water bowl, been chewed on, been thrown in the air and jumped on, etc.
At night she likes to sleep on the bed, as close to my leg as possible. In the morning when the alarm goes off, it’s her solemnly sworn duty to get me out of bed. A whole range of tricks at her disposal: sticking her nose in my ear and sighing, giving head-butts disguised as cuddles, chewing on my hair or just scratching any limb above the blankets… Could it come as a surprise I haven’t overslept once the last four years?
However sometimes she’s so exhausting, I wouldn’t want to miss her for the world! She’s my little baby :-)
Happy Birthday Maija!!!