Shhhhh. Please don't raise your voice.
Stella and Rory are sleeping. It's me, Penny.
I've got a story to tell. I do have to warn you, some parts of this story are sad but I can't change that. It's my life and how I have lived with six different dogs. Now, you all know cats have nine lives right? Well, I'm here to say I reckon I have used most of mine up! It all started long, long ago. I came to live with my family when I was eight weeks old. It was a pretty hectic life then. All my human siblings were still home, the eldest being 14 and the youngest was only 3. I got heaps of hugs, snuggles and stuffs so life was good. My sissy Kara was only about 12 months old but right from the start we got on fine.
Well when I was about 12 months old I didn't watch when I was crossing the road and a big car hit me. Let me tell you, it hurt like hell and I had to go to the Vet place. I stayed there and had my broken leg fixed and plastered and for the next three months (yes that's right, three months cause it was so shattered) I hobbled around home but was spoilt rotten so that was fine.
I recovered of course, apart from having my tail amputated cause they found that was knackered too!
Kara and I got on just fine and our house was a peaceful one. Well apart from the constant noise of a big family but that was ok. Now this is when, and I don't know why, but mum and dad decided things didn't seem quite right.
So along comes my new brother Oscar. It took quite a while to train him but eventually I showed him how to be a lap dog. At least it stopped him chasing me!
We had Oscar for six years, but the evil Cancer Monster came and although my brother put up the bravest fight, mum and dad had to help him pass to the Rainbow Bridge. Life in our home was not right. We missed him dreadfully.
Our Sissy Lisa decided it was time for a pup.
Tyler. That's OK. He lives around the corner.
Won't be much trouble. Sigh.
He loved chasing cats. Sigh.
He liked to chase cats too! Sigh.
Don't leg those little puppy faces fool you for one minute.
Cat chasers, both of them, the little ratbags!
After months and months, I finally trained them too.
No more chasing.
We only had one short year with our Brucey. He passed to the Rainbow Bridge to be with our brother Oscar.
Life was very quiet. Just me and Kara.
She liked sun puddles like me. No chasing.
Sadly, our Kara was getting very old and she too passed to the Rainbow Bridge to reunite with Oscar and Brucey. Our family home was quiet. I was on my own. A home without dogs for the first time since I arrived. Even I have to admit, it was not right. Something had to be done. And before I could say, for the love of cats, please don't chase me, THEY ARRIVED!
BOTH cat chasers. Sigh.
After much training on my behalf and giving them a good backhand every now and then, I finally got a little respect!
No chasing, but the bloomin' watching drives me up the wall!
Anyhoo, that's my story. I'm going to be 13 years old this year.
I do get spoilt. My little sissy and brother are starting to grow up and behave. They think they are pretty smart cause they go to school, but us cats don't need a school to give us the smarts hehehe.
Oscar, Brucey and Kara, you helped make me the cat I am today.
Tolerant, but I don't take sh@! from any dog.
See ya mates. Good to catch up.
No worries, and purrs, Penny.