Tabby writes:
Mommy gave me some more very soft food (she calls it "pate") a few minutes ago. I licked it and licked it, and then I bit it! I only took a few bites, but Mommy says that it was so good of me to take some bites. I let Carbon have some of it, too.
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Thursday, April 26, 2012
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Smokey's eating cat food
Just a quick update: Smokey started eating her cat food late last night. She has to have her new mom or dad with her in the kitchen or she won't eat it. She'll also run back and forth between her new parents, trying to decide which she wants to be with! I'm getting almost daily calls from her new mom (my best friend), with questions because Smokey is her first adopted kitten over the age of a few weeks old (at age of adoption). Smokey's new dad has more experience with cats, but hasn't had a cat for a few years. So this is all very exciting to them as well as to Smokey! :)
Monday, March 9, 2009
I want my food nnnnnNNNNOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!
Anyone who's ever heard a Siamese yowl knows what it sounds like around our house today. It's definitely a Mancat Monday!
Skylar writes:
I'm feeling so much better now that Starla's around. I just was lonely and depressed, and then she came to be my companion. I love my new friend! I let her snuggle with me and be right by me when I'm sitting with Dad. I go check on her and touch noses with her sometimes. I watch her and purr.
I've perked up quite a bit. My whole attitude's back to normal! I'm eating fine, drinking water occasionally (still working on that one), and am starting to assert myself again.
Yesterday, I woke Mom up with a Siamese yowl, demanding part of Dad's hotdog that he bought on the way home from work. I got some of it (of course) and chomped it right down, then got another piece. Starla got a piece as well, and the others got some bread (because they don't eat the hotdog part).
Today, Mom had bologna, and I demanded my fair share. She says it wasn't really bologna, just something that is made from tofu that seems like meat, but it tasted real! Smelled real, too, that's why I demanded it!
*licks lips*
Skylar writes:
I'm feeling so much better now that Starla's around. I just was lonely and depressed, and then she came to be my companion. I love my new friend! I let her snuggle with me and be right by me when I'm sitting with Dad. I go check on her and touch noses with her sometimes. I watch her and purr.
I've perked up quite a bit. My whole attitude's back to normal! I'm eating fine, drinking water occasionally (still working on that one), and am starting to assert myself again.
Yesterday, I woke Mom up with a Siamese yowl, demanding part of Dad's hotdog that he bought on the way home from work. I got some of it (of course) and chomped it right down, then got another piece. Starla got a piece as well, and the others got some bread (because they don't eat the hotdog part).
Today, Mom had bologna, and I demanded my fair share. She says it wasn't really bologna, just something that is made from tofu that seems like meat, but it tasted real! Smelled real, too, that's why I demanded it!
*licks lips*
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