Hello! It's been years since we blogged (formerly under the name "Grr, Midnight & Cocoa") but I thought maybe we should try doing it again. I guess the first thing to do would be to re-introduce ourselves. We are 9 inside cats, 1 outside cat, and 5 who are now purring at the Rainbow Bridge. I'll let everybody have their turn but, as Queen of the House, I get the first post.
My name is Midnight and I was born to a feral mom in a junk car lot on May 5, 2005 so I'm 1 month away from turning 16. The people caught me and my brother and sister when we were 2 months old and we've taken over their household ever since. I'm sweet and fluffy and adorable and all that, but most of all I'm annoying. Now, before you go saying "no way" and "sweet perfect kitties can't be annoying" and all that let me tell you something - I put lots of effort into being annoying. Always have. I pride myself on it. From digging a sleeping hand out from under covers (with teeth and claws) so I can have my pets to demanding food & water more vocally than any Siamese, I've trained these people to serve me and love doing it. I like to lick their clothing till it's good and wet to show my appreciation.
My life has been great, mostly. 3 years ago I started going blind from cataracts. I got confused and depressed and refused to eat or move off my bed. The mom would carry me to the litter box and hand feed me. By "hand", I mean she actually put her fingers in the food and let me lick it off while just sitting on the floor with me. After a while I decided I'd try moving around on my own and I didn't do too badly till I went completely blind. You know what? I just don't have much patience for all the sniffing around and bumping into things. I've decided it's way more effective to scream. Am I hungry? Thirsty? In need of petting? I'll just start screaming for service until I get what I want, which is usually pretty quick. The vet says I show the beginning stages of kidney failure so the people treasure every day with me even more.
Currently I live in the part of the house the people call "The Senior Center". It's Kelly's bedroom, 2 bathrooms and a hallway. The other cats seem to come and go over something in the doorway to my hall, but to me it's just a wall there. It's okay. I don't want to go to the rest of the house anymore anyway. Everything I want is here. I have chairs and beds and litter boxes and pee pads because, well, you know. I have food and water and a wonderful human named Kelly to cuddle with, plus an endless supply of freshly laundered blankets. My brother Cocoa stays in here too, but I mostly ignore him. I may let him blog next.