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.