Hi guys! You know what today is? It’s my Gotcha Day! That’s right! Even though we’re still not feeling much in the partying mood, the mom said we couldn’t let this day go by without acknowledging that 13 years ago today the mom rescued me from the shelter and I became an Island Cat. That was one of the BEST days of my life.
So I bet you’re all wondering how we’re doing. It’s still a sad time for us, but we’re doing okay…still adjusting to this new way of life. I miss my buddy Wally…a lot. Zoey hasn’t been much help. All she does is hiss at me and run under the bed. Girlcats…sheesh. The mom says Wally is still here…maybe not physically…but he’s watching over us. She’s right…I can feel him here.
One thing, I’ve been way more vocal lately. The mom can’t figure out what I’m saying. I’ve tried to tell her that Wally was always the talker around here. And now it’s my chance to get a word or two in.
We’re still getting acclimated to our new house. We had some visitors the other day. Check them out.
Do you think they came by to celebrate my Gotcha Day? Lemme tell you…they sure make a lot of noise! All that squawking and honking…what a ruckus!
A few of them decided to go ice skating on the river.
The mom says she hopes they don’t make a habit of visiting us all the time because they’re the worst kind of guests…messy and they never clean up after themselves.
We’re going to slowly get back to blogging. We’ll probably make some changes here and there…we’re still figuring things out.