Welcome to my tales and musings from my very favourite spot.....the back of the sofa.
I'm new to blogging, and so is Mummy (real name Rebecca....normally referred to as Mum or Mummy....) and as she can be a little 'technologically challenged' i'm having to help her with this whole website/blog development, so please be kind...she's trying her best...bless her!
So...perhaps a little about me?
WELL as you can see from my photos, i'm a very beautiful, brown tortie Burmese lady. I'm 5 1/2 years old, small framed (i won't give my weight...its a girls perogative to lie anyway!) perfectly formed and very vocal (what can i say? my singing voice is mere perfection!).
This is the story of my adoption:
I was adopted by Mummy in July 2008 from the Burmese cat club rescue lady. I used to live in London as a house cat, but apparently i didn't like being inside all the time and used to escape...running across roads and the like, plus they had lots of other pussycats...and i like all the attention myself...so that didn't work either. Hence i went to 'the place with cages' which Mummy refers to as the 'cattery' for some reason, but nobody came to see me for ages! When eventually the lady who was to become my new Mummy came, she gave me lots of fuss and cuddles, she was very smiley and warm...but i wasn't used to so much attention and gave her a little nip on her cheek...oops! i thought i'd blown it...so when she tried to leave 'the cage' i lept at her legs and clung on for dear life!!! She managed to escape so I jumped onto the bars and cried for her to take me home....but she went away....*so sad*
Hurrah! a week later the lady came back...and with toys!!! yay! I was so happy as i'd been in 'the cage' for 4 weeks and had nothing to play with except a rubbish ladder and a rope scratching post which was un-twizzeling itself. I amused the lady by playing nicely with the toys she brought, even though i wasn't too sure about the jangly thing on a string, i even let her take some photos of me (she didn't get my best side....training required!). She brought with her a brown piece of human clothing, which smelt a bit like the lady. She put it in my bed just before she left....again! why was she leaving? had i not looked pretty enough? did i forget to play with something?? I was distraught...and resigned myself to the 'cage' once again...
Another week later and the lady appeared again! this time with a smaller cage....hmmm....not sure about this. Suddenly i'm scooped up and put into the small cage with a few of my toys and then into the back of a car! i was quite scared so i cried while the car made rumbling noises, even though i could hear the lady talking to me.
When the car stopped we went into a new place (now called home) and she put me in a room (with no bars - hurray!) with a bed, a litter tray, some refreshements and some toys. I was immediately on alert, but after checking the permineter i figured it was safe and the lady seemed nice, so i stalked around a bit more and then had a nap. A few days later i got to explore more of my new home and i discovered the delight that is the back of the sofa.....i claimed it as mine as soon as possible!
So thats pretty much my rescue story...more stories to tell of course, but Mummy is tired from typing now so i'll let her rest before my next tale.
Have a great day!