First off, two big, very hostile cats weren't exactly pleased
to welcome me. Binga, the tortoiseshell, who is about two years older than me, was rescued from the pound when she was an
eight-week-old kitten. She's tough and sort of a bully. She's friendly to other people and likes licking
them with her rough tongue, but she seemed to have a grudge against me right from the start.
Boodie wasn't too fond of me either at first. She's actually a purebred, too - she's a Birman,
although her flawed markings definitely indicate that she's not show material (apparently it's hard
to get the markings just right on a Birman). But Boodie is also a rescue cat - she and her sister,
Lucy, were found in a box in the parking lot of a vet clinic. After my human's old cat died, she
brought Boodie home because she needed to be "socialized" - she was frightened of people and would
cringe and hiss at everyone. By the time I came home, Boodie was friendly enough with my human, her
boyfriend and an occasional friend, but she was still a bit shy around most other people. She has
never been shy around other cats, though - she's a real cat's cat. She became friends with Binga very
quickly, especially because she let Binga beat her up and play rough - then she'd come back for more.
Boodie is a very easily dominated cat. But even she wasn't too thrilled when I showed up.
But the absolute worst thing about my new home was this big, loud, heavy creature that kept jumping
around! I thought she was going to either eat me or crush me when I first saw her. I had no idea what
she was - I'd never seen anything like that in my life. Someone said she was a "dog" and her name was
Sushi. I'm told she's harmless and she and Binga like to wrestle all the time, but still, I'd rather
have nothing to do with her. When she comes too near me, I "explode" - at least that's what my human
calls it. Whatever you want to call it, it keeps this Sushi dog from coming too close to me. Good.
My first impression of my new home was rather dubious, to say the least. I didn't mind being isolated
from the other cats in the downstairs bathroom, and whenever I was allowed out, I spent most of my
time in my human's lap while she worked at the computer. Frankly, her office is a mess.
Although Sparkle is a real, live kitty, everything on her site is for informational or entertainment
purposes only. Your cat may not be interested in imitating her activities - in fact it probably couldn't
care less. So we aren't responsible for the results if you try anything silly because you saw it here!
