The Cheezits: Colby and Cheddar: tropical storm Fay

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Thankful Thursday

Today, I am furry thankful that the big storm named Fay is mostly ofur and the winds are not so loud.

I do not mind the water coming down out of the sky, because I am a smart kitteh and don't go outside (just on the porch to hunt lizards with my bruvver when I am feeling like a big brave mancat).

But I DON'T like the big winds outside! This is where I like to hide: on top of the washing machine or in my special laundry basket that Mom empties out just for me.

Mom always has LOTS of laundry to put away, cause the Dad and the beans make lots of dirty clotheses. (They should just get some nice floofy fur like I have to keep them warm. Colby doesn't even have nice floofy fur like me, but it is warm here in Florida so he does okay.) Mom says maybe they should all be nudists, because then there would be less laundry. Mom is not furry good at putting the laundry away all the time, but nobody's purrfect.

I am furry thankful that Colby and I have a safe, warm home when there are nasty storms outside. Not all kittehs are lucky enough to have furrever homes like we do!

Who Are Dese Orangey Kittehs, Anyway?

Once, we were just two scared little kittens, clinging to our mother. We must have been very poor, because we weren't very clean or healthy and we had (this is so embarrassing) worms and stuff. We lived day-to-day, and we both remember being very hungry, all the time.

It seemed like we were barely old enough to walk when we were taken away from our mother and brought to a strange place, with lots of other cats (and big scary dogs!). We didn't know why, or what we had done. This place became known to us only as the Shelter.

So, there we were: at the Shelter, in a cage, cuddled together, keeping our spirits up and waiting for a chance to escape, not knowing what else to do, when a surprising new face came to see us.

She smiled at us, and looked us over without poking her fingers in our faces. She made sure our itchy ears were cleaned and those embarrassing worms were taken care of. And she didn't put us back into the cage.

Instead, she took us to a new, totally different place. A place where we have lots of food to eat and fresh water to drink. A place where there's always clean litter. Where there are toys to chase and soft places to sleep.

And we learned a new word.

That word is, "Home."

We are Colby and Cheddar. And this is our story.