Family in need!

Melissa McClone and Miss Mousie...

You can read how we came to foster in the Meet Miss Mousie section here. I said most of what I wanted to say about our lovely lady there, so I'll turn it over to her now.

When subtlety doesn't work...

Hello! I'm Miss Mousie. Do you like my blog? I do. I know some people worked very hard on it. And it's a good thing. I need your help so they don't send me some place I'm not ready to go. There might be a rainbow there, but so what? I like it where I am. And I'll let you in on a little secret. I arrived here just in time in February. The truth is...my family needs me!

Without me, they would never wake up. Well, occasionally that dog will bark or mommy will wake up automatically because she has a book due, but if not, morning wake up is left to me. I'm always on the job and have them up and about before that annoying sound box of last resort goes off.

Can you believe none of the other cats had even thought of doing this before I arrived? Now they reap the benefits of my brilliance. But that also puts pressure on me. I can't let them down. Starvation is not pretty. I think mommy likes my head butting and loud purring, too, because usually I ignore her.

I taught her how to do this

Why do I ignore my crazy cat lady mommy who will rub me if I pretend I don't want to eat or try three different foods if I turn my nose up at what's in the bowl?

Because I can.

I knew I'd won her heart over the minute she saw me in the cat house so there's no need for me to turn into that dog (named Chaos and she lives up to her name let me tell you) who just fawns and stares up at her in pure adoration. Mommy, aka the servant, puts two different kinds of icky drops in my ears each day. You'd ignore her, too, if you were me.

The one time I don't ignore her is deadline time. Why? Because she'd rather be left alone.

Deadline time is one of my favorites because she sits and types for hours. I can nap against her and know she's not going to move. It's almost like she's a cat because daddy brings her food and rubs her feet. I'm still trying to figure out what I must do to get the same treatment. Though I'd much rather have under my chin scratched.

This is how we nap while mommy works

There's another reason my family needs me. Two actually.

The black cats adopted from the West Columbia Gorge Humane Society.

Between you and me, they are severely troubled. We're talking really messed up in need of a animal behaviorist if not for my intervention.

Yoda, who turned three at the beginning of August, actually thinks he's a Ninja Cat. Mommy has encouraged his foolish behavior, allowing him to post on her blog. It really has to end. Cats might be two opposable thumbs away from world domination, but we are not Ninja. We are better than Ninja!

I'm teaching Beauty how to help mommy

And don't even get me started on Beauty, the baby of the family, who still wears a bell on her collar. As if she's going to get lost at her size. She turned one two weeks ago and everyone dotes on her. Yoda thinks she some sort of princess he must protect. That is when he's not trying to attack her to work on his Ninja fighting skills. Beauty needs me to show her how to be a real cat, to know when to purr and when to act aloof and when to kick Yoda out of the Master Bedroom, because right now Beauty allows herself to be wheeled around in a doll stroller. Worse, she likes it. Young ones these days...

Well, my spot on the cat tree beckons. It's time for another nap. 

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