Today is our kitty's 10th birthday. I wished her happy birthday in spanish, but, she doesn't speak spanish. I try and try, and all she does is sit on the spanish/english dictionary. I guess she thinks she can absorb information through her butt. At least she tries!
Our kitty is neurotic fun. She's quirky, demanding, soft, and has sexy green eyes. She seems smart, although the learning through the butt thing is a little weird. She jumps on furniture. High furniture. Furniture she knows she's not supposed to be on. Why? To get your attention so that you can yell at her then give her food. Yeah, it's like that.
She likes to be watched when she eats. She doesn't like to be watched when she drinks water. She eats diet food, but is still fat. Every once in a while, she reverts into a kitten and chases string, flies, light, and even her own tail. She likes to lay down on anything new -- paper, books, blankets, fresh-from-the-dryer clothes, new clothes, boxes... OH, boxes.
We used to have three kitties, Tigger, Valentino, and Mia Helena Shalom (don't ask, I didn't name her). We adopted Valentino from the Humane Society, and it turns out that most likely the little kiddo was infected with FIP. Shortly after Valentino joined us, Tigger fell ill. She was put to sleep after we decided she was just suffering too much. Right after, we had to put our precious little Valentino to sleep, too. Mia was the younger adult cat, and therefore either a) is an FIP carrier, now, or b) none of the cats had FIP, and it was just a horrible coincidence. Because of this, we never got another kitten for fear that Mia is a carrier and can pass it on to a more susceptible kitten.
Back to Mia and her quirks. She loves to rub up against your legs and especially shoes or feet. She'll run her little head on them all day if you'd let her. Sometimes it's just too much and she bites you. She doesn't really like to be held, and she'll sit very still if you do, plotting her escape I'm sure. She likes to scratch stuff. Stuff she knows she should not be scratching. She really doesn't have a pronounced meow, it's more of a raspy bark. She makes a great (annoying) alarm clock, especially on those lazy weekends.
We love our furbaby, and a very happy birthday to you, Mia.
