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Lunetta

01 Thursday Mar 2007

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The wheelchair is scary. The wheels are huge and can run over my tail. It’s awful. I used to freely run through the house. Now I have to be careful when going downstairs. I need to steer clear of that horrible thing.
 
I’m punishing Julie for bringing it home. I refuse to get near her… even when she’s lying on the bed. Nope. The wheelchair is next to the bed so I’m not getting anywhere near it!
 
I’m the youngest cat of the house. I was only a few weeks old when Rich pulled me out from on top of one of the wheels of the motor home. Maybe there’s a relationship between hiding on top of a wheel and being scared of Julie’s wheeled chair?
 
I’m super teeny because I don’t like to eat. But that doesn’t stop me from climbing up every piece of furniture in the house, racing around and causing lots of damage. I don’t care. They think I’m cute so I get away with doing whatever I want.

Zephyra

01 Thursday Mar 2007

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Life is happy. Happy. Happy. I’m always happy, except when Jujube pesters me. He’s a bully. There are so many things to be happy about… cat food, bugs, dust balls, dripping faucets, chirping birds, things to toss onto the floor, furniture to climb… everything.
 
Someone left me at Rich’s and Julie’s house late one night. I was only four months old. Julie heard some noise, went downstairs, opened the door, and I ran inside! Happy me.
 
I have really big feet, pale green eyes and a big fluffy tail. Julie says that I’m going to get really big when I turn two. I like to eat. Constantly.
 
My best friend is Lunetta. We’re like sisters.

Jujube

01 Thursday Mar 2007

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Us cats are starting to feel neglected with so much attention going to Julie and her dumb injury. Any cat will tell you that cars are dangerous. Dog, which have limited intelligence, may think cars are cool, but cats know better.
 
The only time I went in a car, I returned home with parts missing. It doesn’t matter because I’m still the head of the house. All of the girls turn and look when I parade through the house. And why not? I’m a stud. Lion of the pride with stripes and swirls from the tip of my tail to my black nose and down my muscular legs. My magnificent tail is 14-inches in length and is always held high over my back.
 
I adore Zephyra, but she doesn’t always like me. To be honest, sometimes no one likes me. Rich and Julie say I have behavioral challenges. Ha! I just get a little rowdy in the house and like to practice my stalking and hunting skills on the girls and anything that moves like toes and legs.