Or: Living Large with Roadchick
First of all, let me tell you - I'm telling this story and the 'chick is typing it for me. (No thumbs, you know, for the space bar.) But rest assured, I'm sitting here, right next to the laptop, making sure that what she puts down is correct and exactly what I told her.
I'm the Speedbump in Roadchick's life. I'm a rescue kitty. Some of Roadchick's friends found me on the Nashville Archery Range when I was just little tee-tiny, maybe just a few weeks old. I was so hungry that I was trying to dig up worms. Those nice people brought me home and fed me and took me to the vet for shots and all that stuff and when I was bigger, they asked Roadchick if she wanted a kitty.
Roadchick had a kitty before and when the kitty was old and sick she had to drop her off at the end of the Rainbow Bridge and she was very sad. She had the other kitty for 17 years! (Longer than Rockboy!) But it had been a few months since the other kitty crossed the Rainbow Bridge and Roadchick was thinking that she would like to get another kitty.
When she found out that I was solid black and had short hair, she agreed to let me move into her space. I spent the first car ride home sitting on her shoulder and yowling at the cars going by. When we got home, I met my new big brother, Rockboy. Rockboy is a human bean. He teases me and plays with me and fills my food bowl up for me. He talks to me too, and even dyed his hair black so he could look just like me!
My mom, Roadchick, thinks that I think I am a person. I don't know what she's talking about! Of course I am a person! My mom also thinks it's pretty cool that I will play fetch with a ponytail holder. If she shoots it across the room for me, I'll run and go get it and bring it back so we can do it all over again.
Life is pretty good at the 'chick's house. There are lots of windows so I can watch the birds on Kitty TV and there are lots of soft, comfy places to take a nap. I hate it when my mom and my brother leave in the mornings. I don't know why I can't go with them, but while they're gone, I snoop all over the house and do all the stuff I'm not supposed to do, like laying on the dining room table. I don't know how Mom always knows that I've been up there!
It's hard being Roadchick's cat because I don't really like to ride in the car. The 'chick would take me places but I'm askeered of the car and I don't like to wear a leash although I do wear a collar. I have a cousin named Darkness that belongs to Roadchick's friend Truckman. He rides around in one of those great big trucks all the time! That is where he lives. He has lots of adventures too. He's a guard cat.
I'm an attack cat. My mom wanted to put up another one of my pictures so y'all could see it but Blogger won't let her upload any pictures and she doesn't know why. She said some bad words, but I won't repeat them.
Mom said I have to finish this up now because she has to get to work. Something about making money and stuff like that. I think she worries about working too much - if you wait long enough, someone will always fill up your food bowl.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Or: Living Large with Roadchick
Posted by Roadchick at 10:29 AM