Chronicles of Lilo
February 11, 2005
It has been several months, and I think I've successfully transitioned into lord of the manor...
The journey did not start off well. At the prospect of traveling in the truck, I had to think fast. I thought of resisting like Harley (devil cat) would, but scratching just isn't my thing anymore. So I ironically chose the
path that instigated my move to begin with. As we exited the house, I let loose with a powerful blast of Lilo spray. Some of my attack missed, and ended up on the sidewalk, but my skill is formidable, and I manage to drench Daddy's shirt, pants, Sun badge, the truck running board, a little of the entry, Annie's clothes, and Annie's booster-seat cover. I had no idea that I'd had that much to drink that day.
Despite the efficiency of my attack, the ploy didn't work. The trip turned out to be somewhat enjoyable. With urine coating my butt, I found it amusing to walk around the truck, and particularly enjoyed rubbing my rear on Annie and Daddy. I'm not sure, but I think those clothes were destroyed. I believe Daddy's comment was "It really is better to be pissed off than pissed on..." Upon reaching my new home, I found the trees and open area a little intimidating, and preferred the closed quarters under Annie's seat. I stayed there for 45 minutes, before I could no longer resist Annie's attempt to give me treats. So, I came out and was quickly moved into the house.
Annie was very kind, and showed me the entire house: her room, Daddy's room, the study, the cat boxes, the food and water, the refrigerator, her play room, the entryway... I found that the open area is very exciting. I can sit in the window sill and watch the trees, and there are tons of birds, squirrels, and large animals (some of which have antlers!). There is one large animal that seems to drool on everything that I haven't quite figured out. He doesn't seem very smart, but appears to be very affectionate...
I have discovered another cat (Sandy, who thinks she is a bear), much like Simba (from my last home), but she seems to have a speech impediment. I feel sorry for her, as apparently when she tries to meow, it comes out as a hiss. However, I think we are making headway in being friends. Today, she came out and smelled my butt. As a male, I figure that can't be a bad thing. It has inflated my ego, and I've been out strutting my stuff all day.
The first week, I'll admit I was nervous. I spent most of my time under Annie's bed. Daddy would coax me out, but I would always go back after a potty break and a bite to eat. Around 2:00 am, I'd begin to think that maybe Daddy was sincere, and wanted to talk to me. So, I'd go the study (I really like the study), and tell the stories of my life. It felt good to get it off my chest. It generally took about two hours to start feeling better, and Daddy was very patient with me. He would encourage
me to come to the bed for a brief session of pets and talking, and then I would eventually go to sleep, and I guess so did he. I don't understand it (maybe he was having a bad day), but after five days of this, he seemed to lose interest. I realized this after a long oration about a spider that I noticed crawling on the wall (really quite amazing, I'll go into it later), and discovered that he had moved to the couch and shut the door. Of course, I knew it was a mistake, so I went to the door, and continued my story. Apparently, he was not feeling well, because he came back into the room and went back to bed, and seemed to be trying to ignore me. Feeling bad for his condition, I went back to Annie's room, and went back to sleep, which I managed to do with minimal interruption (I don't know why he was so cranky at 6:30 am, but I got over it).
In closing, I am pleased to say that I believe I have adequately trained the two-leggeds (Annie and Daddy). I get my breakfast of filet o' salmon prepared in a fine fat sauce every morning (unfortunately, it's been pureed and looks like pink tofu), and have the run of the house. Sandy is quite content with the floor, so I have chosen my domain at the higher levels (counter tops, table tops, window sills).
More on this later as my empire grows.
Lilo the Cat Panther
The journey did not start off well. At the prospect of traveling in the truck, I had to think fast. I thought of resisting like Harley (devil cat) would, but scratching just isn't my thing anymore. So I ironically chose the
path that instigated my move to begin with. As we exited the house, I let loose with a powerful blast of Lilo spray. Some of my attack missed, and ended up on the sidewalk, but my skill is formidable, and I manage to drench Daddy's shirt, pants, Sun badge, the truck running board, a little of the entry, Annie's clothes, and Annie's booster-seat cover. I had no idea that I'd had that much to drink that day.
Despite the efficiency of my attack, the ploy didn't work. The trip turned out to be somewhat enjoyable. With urine coating my butt, I found it amusing to walk around the truck, and particularly enjoyed rubbing my rear on Annie and Daddy. I'm not sure, but I think those clothes were destroyed. I believe Daddy's comment was "It really is better to be pissed off than pissed on..." Upon reaching my new home, I found the trees and open area a little intimidating, and preferred the closed quarters under Annie's seat. I stayed there for 45 minutes, before I could no longer resist Annie's attempt to give me treats. So, I came out and was quickly moved into the house.
Annie was very kind, and showed me the entire house: her room, Daddy's room, the study, the cat boxes, the food and water, the refrigerator, her play room, the entryway... I found that the open area is very exciting. I can sit in the window sill and watch the trees, and there are tons of birds, squirrels, and large animals (some of which have antlers!). There is one large animal that seems to drool on everything that I haven't quite figured out. He doesn't seem very smart, but appears to be very affectionate...
I have discovered another cat (Sandy, who thinks she is a bear), much like Simba (from my last home), but she seems to have a speech impediment. I feel sorry for her, as apparently when she tries to meow, it comes out as a hiss. However, I think we are making headway in being friends. Today, she came out and smelled my butt. As a male, I figure that can't be a bad thing. It has inflated my ego, and I've been out strutting my stuff all day.
The first week, I'll admit I was nervous. I spent most of my time under Annie's bed. Daddy would coax me out, but I would always go back after a potty break and a bite to eat. Around 2:00 am, I'd begin to think that maybe Daddy was sincere, and wanted to talk to me. So, I'd go the study (I really like the study), and tell the stories of my life. It felt good to get it off my chest. It generally took about two hours to start feeling better, and Daddy was very patient with me. He would encourage
me to come to the bed for a brief session of pets and talking, and then I would eventually go to sleep, and I guess so did he. I don't understand it (maybe he was having a bad day), but after five days of this, he seemed to lose interest. I realized this after a long oration about a spider that I noticed crawling on the wall (really quite amazing, I'll go into it later), and discovered that he had moved to the couch and shut the door. Of course, I knew it was a mistake, so I went to the door, and continued my story. Apparently, he was not feeling well, because he came back into the room and went back to bed, and seemed to be trying to ignore me. Feeling bad for his condition, I went back to Annie's room, and went back to sleep, which I managed to do with minimal interruption (I don't know why he was so cranky at 6:30 am, but I got over it).
In closing, I am pleased to say that I believe I have adequately trained the two-leggeds (Annie and Daddy). I get my breakfast of filet o' salmon prepared in a fine fat sauce every morning (unfortunately, it's been pureed and looks like pink tofu), and have the run of the house. Sandy is quite content with the floor, so I have chosen my domain at the higher levels (counter tops, table tops, window sills).
More on this later as my empire grows.
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