Thanksgiving Trees!

Sorry guys, it has been awhile. I have been bothering mom to let me back on the computer and she JUST NOW said okay!

So this thing called Thanksgiving just passed by and let me tell you it was really interesting. I have to say first off though, that I got TOTALLY sick the day before and was throwing up a lot on the actual day. Being that it seemed to be a day about nothing other than cooking and eating? This was a major bad deal as far as I am concerned. 

There was a VERY interesting bird carcass and something amaaaaazing called "ham". Mom said that even when I felt better Thanksgiving night I could not have any of EITHER. I cried. I did. I admit it. They smelled so GOOD. I did eventually get some of both but THAT day, well. Nothing worse than a stomach that says "NO" when your brain is all like..."YES YES YES!".

Strangers came over and that was only sort of okay with me. I tried to be civil as you do, but the one that looked a little bit like mom tried to pick me up. Didn't go over well...but I don't think she will make that error again so all's well that ends well. I kept to myself after that, since I was just feeling so blah.

Once everyone left, and I had a super long nap, I felt better. Mom was very glad about that. She worries a lot when I am sick. I think she feels guilty because of all the wonderful things I get to eat. It's worth it, mom. It is. The Moon is at it's loveliest when it is FULL, ya know? ;)

OH! Another really cool thing. A TREE IS IN OUR HOUSE! Apparently Opa Yahoo tells me isn't a REAL tree (he would know, because when he was less old he went out the Big Doors a few times and he tells me all kinds of stories)...but he said "It is a reasonable facsimile". He loves to say words he doesn't think I understand, but hello? GOOGLE!

I digress (see? GOOGLE)...the fake tree has so many wonderfully shiny and bright lights, and tiny dangly things hanging from it now. I thought my head was gonna pop off and roll across the rug when it happened. But I maintained...I am almost a grown cat now so I have to act the part. "Nothing matters." haha!




Boxes covered in paper have started being stacked under this fabulous tree, to what purpose? Heck if I know, BUT, every time I try to take the paper off? I get "The Bottle"...so you KNOW whatever they are they are EXCELLENT. 


Whatever is coming, I am thinking it will be exciting! Mom seems stressed but she is also baking a lot so I say that's mostly good! I love cookies :)

A Sunday to Forget!

Wow. How can I say this? Today was...NOT my favorite!

It was decent enough at the beginning, I yelled in the morning like usual to let my Mom know I was ready for her to get up and feed me. She usually doesn't get up RIGHT away when I yell but she DOES usually let me in to their big room so I can climb all over their giant bed. Why do TWO human beings need so much BED? Especially if they aren't going to let me in there to sleep?

Anyways...the morning. Had a great time cuddling and purring with mom for awhile and then they kicked me out (I think she said something about "you are to young to be in here for this"...whatevs?). She DID finally get up though and I had some DELICIOUS breakfast. I find my food tastes so much better when the two boys here stare at me while I eat it. They don't get breakfast, because one is really well..."fluffy" and the other is old. Strict diet regimens and all that. Sometimes I leave something on my plate for them, but they aren't allowed to bother me when I eat. It's awesome. 

Breakfast. Done.

The middle of the day was nice enough. My friend MamaCat was out so we hung around and played in boxes and whatnot and slept in different places, you know the usual cat stuff. Then mom got the car box out and I admit, I was curious, but also just a bit worried. Last time I got in the car box I went someplace that was not really fun. But you can't judge a situation by ONE instance, so I got in the carbox.

Well. Let me tell you. NEVER AGAIN. For reals. I ended up at this big store which by itself isn't horrible, my dog was there too so I figured we were there to play or something but no. Nope. Once AGAIN...strangers who expect me to just...LIKE them? Come on. Do YOU, readers...just LIKE someone you just met? Especially when they smell AWFUL? I bet not. So I told them I was really not feeling this and could I just chill in my box...okay maaaaybe I used a few words that weren't nice, but.

Okay. One of them GRABBED me and that was beyond what any cat should be asked to accept. I was not okay with that. Tried to defend myself and she grabbed with with TWO HANDS! Am I not beautiful? Am I not amazing? Am I not worthy of some respect? Don't they KNOW...who I AM?  I felt this horrible pain in my hind quarters and before I could give them my very, very sharp opinion on THAT...I was back in my box. Oh wow. 

Yeah mom, yeah I'm fine. I'm great. I was just accosted by two meat handed ruffians...stuck in my adorable behind by something pointy but I'm fine. I'll just sit here pretending that I have some dignity left while my dog gets the same treatment. 

My poor dog is not very smart. She allowed these strangers to just, poke her TWICE. Not a peep. Poor tragically thick creature. I love her though. If I wasn't stuck in that box I'd have gone to bat to her. Trust me on that.

I am home now. Safe. I've managed to groom all the ruffled areas of my goorious coat...and remove most of their scent from my purrson. Mom said I was wonderful even if I was scary...and it should be a long while before we need to worry about it again. Long while meaning NEVER, better be what she meant.

...nobody puts The Moon in a carbox. EVER. 

The Journal Begins

Being that I am new here...probably should introduce myself? My name is Moon, and I am a cat. Yes I know, another cat with another blog. Played out. Purrhaps. BUT, not every cat, is The Moon, am I right? I mean just LOOK, at me!

Anywho...

I am going to be writing about some of the things I go through and experience as a cat growing up with a human mom. That's right, I was totally raised by humans. Crazy! Probably explains so much about me...but I digress.

About what...August 2015 I somehow ended up in a shelter at 10 days old. Sure my eyes were open and I could kind of move around, but DANG...I wasn't READY! I was sure to let everyone around me know how displeasing I found the situation as a whole. The shelter was loud and the inmates obnoxious. Obviously there had been SOME SORT of mistake. Where was my mom? My siblings? What the HECK?

They fed me, kept me reasonably clean. Then...this brown blob face human shaped thing came by...and packed me into yet ANOTHER contraption I could not escape from, to go looking for my family, and took me to their place. At least their place, was QUIET. Lordy, have you ever tried to sleep when everyone around you is talking and barking and yowling and mewing? That first night was rough. She fed me...got me warm. Gave me someone to talk to and hang out with.

Things were, pretty awesome from then on, aside from this weird word she kept using when she described me. "Foster"...what did that even mean? Of course I had to Google it. Appalling. Apparently she thought I would end up someplace ELSE, like the many others she had "fostered". Whatevs...not trying to hear that. So, obviously...I had to turn on the charm. When you look like me, that's not really that difficult. When she started calling me "MoonLamb"...I had a feeling it was working.


I grew, and she found other little names for me. MoonBubble, MoonBean, MoonPoop (that last one I cannot claim to like.)...stuff like that. With each passing week I felt like I really belonged. When I got old enough I met some other residents that had somehow worked out a way to stay, we discussed my strategy and I got some backup from them.

I have to admit, they all contributed a little something to the cause. A kind word, a suggestion on things to avoid. 



                                                                                                         

Even the grumpy and old one, he taught me that his approval really WAS the most important one to obtain.

Mainly they supported me...and that meant a lot. Never could have gotten where I am today without them. It takes a village, and all that crap.



More days passed and I could really tell, could feel something was coming. One day in early September, she put this horrible thing on my neck and said..."You've broken me. I honestly cannot believe it. Welcome home. This is SO embarrassing!" Once this happened I felt like I had won something...BIG. A life, a chance to stay someplace I found full of companionship and interesting things to do...and really, really good food. Isn't that what we all want in life?

Stay tuned...because I do have more to say. Oh, and that thing on my neck? Good luck finding it today...no one, collars The Moon.