When
I first came to live here, my BMC and BFC kept me closed up in my own
room while they went to work. They were afraid of what might happen if
Blondie, Punkie and I were left unsupervised. It probably would have been
a big cat
fight (pun certainly intended!).
I do remember when my BMC and BFC came home,
they would let me out and I always would come out running around the corner
of the refrigerator and my BMC would always laugh. You see, probably my
worst feature is that Im just
a little bowlegged (dont even say itBeaus bowleggedIve heard it
a zillion times). But Id always be looking for the first sister I could
find to jump on to wrestle. Those first few weeks were kind of tenseyou
know, getting to know your new sisters.
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Anyway,
I had my own bed, food and water dish, and my own litter box in this room.
It was
a cozy setup and pretty interesting. There are lots of boxes and bags
stored in this room (oh, I hear Punkie spent some time in here when she
first arrived, too). Lots of nooks and crannies to explore and get into.
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I also had lots of toys in
there. One of my favorites was one of those gizmos...(oops, sorry, Gizmo.
Hes the Jack Russell Terrier who lives downstairs. Weve only met through
a screen door, but he seems pretty okay for a dog)...it was one of those
round, plastic contraptions that has a ball that goes round and round.
Never could figure out how to get that darned ball out. I still keep trying,
though.
Anyway,
I do have fond memories of that time. It was during this time that I acquired
my stuffed horsey with a bell. Originally, he was attached to a long,
elastic string that my BFC tied to the doorknob. I remember playing with
that horsey for hours. Eventually, somehow, he lost that long, elastic
string. When I no longer had to be closed up in the room, I still would
play with that horsey. I carried him around in my mouth and whenever the
mood struck, I would lay down and wrestle around with him. I think hes
still around in the basket under the front window. Ill have to look that
guy up!  
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