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Yuki here – I’m guest blogging today. Do you remember when I was very little and my fur was all scraggy and I had a broken tail and couldn’t eat? I had just spent some days stuck behind a wall and I cried so much that I strained myself and can’t meow now only a little growl comes out. The Missus says they should have called me Eartha Kitt but I think that might be a little joke – well it makes her laugh. If you missed the beginning of my story you can read it here
I had three brothers and even though they were much stronger than me the Missus decided to take all of us in instead of leaving us to live ‘in the wild’ which sounds quite exciting but I don’t think it would be really. We were around 3-4 weeks old then.
These are my brothers.
We lived in the spare bedroom and after a lot of this…..
……..and even more of this
……..two of my brothers got adopted and Mac and I now live here all the time which is lovely even though the Missus took us somewhere the other day where we met a man who made us go all woozy, then go to sleep and when we woke up it seemed he had been practising doing sewing on us. Apparently it’s so that there is less chance of more kittens like us being born around here.
The Mister calls us the ‘Golden Kittens’ because, even though there are four other cats in the house, we are the only ones allowed to stay in at night with a litter tray and we have special ‘kitten food’ and, if we stray too far, there is panic.
So, 5 months later, this is us and we have definitely reached the top of the cat tree.
Although I have always had it in me……….
…………now I’m older I wanted to learn how to smize* properly so I have been copying Tyra Banks.
What do you think? Have I cracked it?
* to smize – smiling with your eyes as advocated by Tyra Banks on America’s Next Top Model. If you want
a laugh to learn how to do it like Tyra just click on her photo above.