Ziva takes on…Siblings

Mom and Bowtie brought two orange pains in my side a couple months ago. Sunny and Star. I liked them well enough. Star was nice and quiet and didn’t move too much. Sunny took more energy to keep from driving Mom and Bowtie crazy.

I miss them.

They brought home my “sisters” about a week before Sunny and Star went to their parental unit in some place called “Uh-la-skuh”. I think they were attempting to replace the boys with the Little Loud One and the Quiet One. But I’m on to them. I remember these two devils. Ohhh do I remember them!

The Little Loud One has already attempted to take over my rule. Mom has remained nearly neutral in the matter, however. She makes me act like a lady, but chases the Little Loud One away if she starts a fight…which of course I NEVER do! Because of her, we’re not all allowed in the main portion of the house when Mom and Bowtie are gone or Bowtie is asleep. That’s when her insistence to fight seems to pick up. When Bowtie is sleeping.

I’m not sure how I feel about The Quiet One though. She’s sort of…too quiet. She slinks around the castle, keeping to the shadows. I fear she is up to no good. Mom may have been fooled by her act of innocence  but I am yet to be swayed!

Further study is needed to see if these too familiar punks are allowed to remain in my presence. Though, Mom says I just have to deal with it, because they’re not going back whether I like it or not. * sigh *

I miss Sunny.

I wonder how goes his task of conquering the lands of Uhlaskuh for me. Should have told Mom to make him a coat. I hear it’s cold there.

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So, Ziva does appear to miss the boys. She’s a bit more cuddly and a bit more in want of attention. Almost a bit more than she did before. She does NOT like that Ari and Rivkin are here, one bit. They are progressing fairly well though I think. They tolerate each other for a little while. Ziva is actually appearing to be the more curious one, when she’s not growling and guarding her territory. Ari drew blood the other day, and there is the occasional squall. But, it’s not too bad. I think there is progress. At the very least, I think we have things figured out enough to manage things till they tolerate enough to coexist without having to separate them at night and when there are no adults in the house.

I have heard about the boys. They are doing well. 🙂 I do miss the cuddle sessions with Star. Such a sweetie!

Ziva Versus the Vet

So, Mom took me to the vet today. Something about a sore that isn’t just as simple as letting me take care of it myself.

My thoughts: EVIL!

First she packed me up into the cat carrier, which is just WRONG! When Mom takes me away for a couple hours, she puts the leash on me…she doesn’t put me in the carrier! Should have been my first clue.

Then, she brought me to this strange place, and they said something about me sneezing so I had to go outside to go to this cold, sterile room with nothing comfy in it, and stupid fuzzy music on the radio.

Then…some lady came in and told Mom she doesn’t flea me enough. I don’t know what she is talking about. I think Mom fleas me far too often! She made me stay on this cold metal table, and she but me on this white thing she called a “scale” and…she…got a bit friendly while saying something about…”checking temperatures.”

I felt better when Mom put my leash back on me. I felt like I was being taken care of and spent the next few minutes, pretty sure it was actually hours, under Mom’s chair.

That was when that woman came in.

She seemed cool at first. Talked nice and calm. Then…she took me from Mom!! She did bad things to me! I’m telling you, those people there have some epic personal space issues!!! I told Mom we should file some legal things against them, but she told me it was all “for my own good.” They brainwashed her, I’m sure of it.

If I never see that place and that woman again, it will be too soon!

Course, if that wasn’t enough…Mom left her keys in the house. So, I had to go to this lunch for her supervisor. There was this dog there. I’m not sure what I think of her. She was quite sure she wanted to know who was in the cage…but I’m not sure I wanted to know who she was! I’ve known dogs. They’re really not that awesome. But…not necessarily all that bad either. I’ll probably never see her again though, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

Mom dumped the water bowl in my carrier before we left. Silly woman should have known paper bowls should not hold liquid forever. Got my fur all nice and soaked. * sigh *

I am home now, however, and that is all that matters. My town house. My bed. My box. My FOOD!

And…no…strangers!

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So…Ziva’s fine, mostly. She got an antibiotic shot for her sore.

She cried and cried when the doctor took her out of my sight. I felt like a mother who couldn’t be with her baby through a scary time….! She was definitely glad to see me when she came back. She’ll never admit it, but she actually didn’t try to leave my arms and kept her head tucked under my chin.

Otherwise…she was like a completely different cat. Didn’t cause much trouble at all, and the vet said she didn’t really do any damage with her claws either. Totally weird.

After all the vet stuff happened, she seemed a bit more…calm, while being scared. So long as she was in the carrier, she could handle anything, including Marsha’s dog Kihoto.

One thing is for sure…it made her a bit more curious by the time she got home.

What Ziva doesn’t know…is that she has another appointment right before Thanksgiving – just a checkup.

And…then some vaccinations will be had between now and the end of February…but…that’s besides the point.

Heh. -.-‘

Ziva and the Missing Bowtie

Has anyone seen my Bow-tie?! 6’2.75″…skinny…kind of a light…beige color with some brown and blue….

Why is Mom laughing at me?

What could I possibly be missing?

Oh…right…picture!

He would seem to be missing. I have looked all over for him, but to no avail! Mom thought the moon was causing my crazy the other night….WRONG!

I got a Facebook account JUST so I could ask Stormy if he’d seen him. Course…I had to threaten it out of him. He seems to think he’s better than me. I do believe I own him.

I am not sure why Mom says Stormy and Bow-tie know each other. Obviously…he does not. She be crazy.

If you have seen my Bow-tie, please let me know! I miss him!

Oh yeah, and so does Mom.

I Moved!

After spending three days doing nearly nothing but hiding under my bed, and three days of acclimating, I have finally come to an understanding: this is home.

Yes, that is right. Mother has moved me, again. This time, to a REAL castle. I’m still a little unsure of it, but I think I could get used to it. It’s definitely far better than the smaller one we were in before. I suppose she was right.

Mom has these new tables in the living room now. They’re right in front of the windows, as is the new couch. I like the location of the new couch, though not the location of the bedroom windows. They are far too high off the ground even the bed is too low. Also, there is no space for me to walk on the ledge! Too thin! Mom needs to put something like another dresser under the second one so I can look into the courtyard, or what she keeps calling the back yard. Also, there’s not enough space on the desk for me for some reason. This must be remedied. I need my sleeping place right next to Mom’s laptop! It’s just not right!

Mom seems to be getting busier as well. She keeps leaving. Silly woman. Doesn’t she know she’s supposed to stay home with me? What is this “money” thing she seems to think she needs to earn?

She left me alone two nights in a row over the weekend…with a STRANGER! And the stranger slept IN MY BED! I thought the end of the world had come for sure! Abandoned! All I had was The Other One! I stayed with him or under my bed all night both nights! Had to sneak through the room to get my food and use the restroom! It’s just not right!

And she’s gone again today. Its me and The Other One today. Mom left at noon-thirty, then came back for a split second, snatched the laptop, phone, and iPod and vanished back out the door. That money thing. I’m having to settle for the Android that Bow-Tie gave her a couple months ago. It has a short battery life. She could have at least left me the iPod! * sigh *

Oh well, the windows in the living room are open, and The Other One is here to order around. I think I may take some naps while I’m at it. Ah, the life of an Empress. =^_^=

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Yes, Ziva has it right. We have moved. We’ve been in the new house for about a week and already had company. Jamey’s mother was here, and his sister popped in and out a couple times. Ziva was quite sure she didn’t want anything to do with them. Except the last day she came out a couple times into the living room despite the stranger.

We’re basically all unpacked, except for a few boxes in the spare room. We got a new couch, and some tables and lamps. After moving in there’s a need for some vacuuming and mopping that needs done, then it’ll look FANTASTIC! There’s still some things we could use. We need some curtains, at least for the three bedrooms. It’s a little weird having neighbors across the street that can see in the high up window of Jamey’s when he’s changing. Heh. I’ve got a blanket and a sheet over my two for now.

We also need some other things, but otherwise…I’m THRILLED! I love it! Shower is normal size, and has a tub. I’ve got plenty of cupboards and closets, counter space, a fully working stove, an ice maker in the freezer, a garage, a basement, and a fenced in back yard. And it’s bright. White walls, off white floors. ^_^

Full internet should be ours Monday night, then we’re completely set up except those few boxes and things we’d like to have. Ziva is adapting very well, far better than the first move away from the others. I’ve got a job starting in a little over a week. If I’m lucky, I should be listed as a student at my university again. And we are in this awesome house. Yup, things are looking up!

Clothing Wars

I swear my mother is a clothing dunce.

I don’t know how many times I have to pick out her cloths for her before she somehow understands what she should and shouldn’t wear. She leaves in what I can only say was an obvious attempt at grunge cloths, then comes back smelling like baby and immediately pulls down one of the suitcases to pack.

So, she’s packing a bag again. I don’t know why. I don’t care. All I know, is that she just seems to keep either ignoring me or grabbing more cloths that I continue to only have one thing to say; “NO!” Why is it I’m the one with a sense of style?

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It’s been a running joke for a long time that Ziva helps me pick out my cloths. She goes and sits on one of two options I set on the bed, or she straight up pulls it out of my hand. This time, the crazy child is all kinds of vocal. I’m packing for a weekend back in Ohio for my sister’s graduation. So, I’m pulling things out of the closet in contemplation, and the dresser. She keeps watching me pull them out without a word, then pounces and knocks them off the bed onto the floor, screaming the whole time as if nothing is acceptable except two pairs of jeans and a blue three quarter lengths shirt. I mean, it started off as if she was almost just saying, “No, Mom. Not that.” Then, it turned into, “SERIOUSLY? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Do you seriously not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? I said the *fill in the blank with whatever piece of clothing*!”

Addendum: Ziva has since silently watched me pull out my red skirt and another, cooler, shirt…and knocked the blue three quarter lengths shirt to the floor and curled up beside the other two. I guess she approves?

Ziva and the Road Trip

I think my mother enjoys torturing me.

First, she is out of the castle for a whole blooming week. Apparently, she was sick, and felt better at Bow Tie’s home than at our castle. Whatever that means.

So, I get a small cold.

Then, she comes back and starts running around packing boxes. She’s been doing that for the past two days! They locked me up in my chambers yesterday and disappeared with a dozen or so packed boxes. What I didn’t know yesterday….

Today, I found out where the boxes were going.

Mom put me back in that…that…cage!…and then took me on a “little trip” as she called it. The trip itself wasn’t so bad. What the main problem I had was being in the cage again, and then the destination. She…took me…somewhere else!!! Then she asked me what I thought of the new castle! I defended myself behind her shoes while she unpacked some boxes with fragile things, then in the closet when she was unpacking some boxes of cloths so the boxes could be reused.

Then, she had the audacity to pull me out of the closet! I proceeded to find shelter under a pile of her cloths…to which she found funny for some reason. Then, she put me back in the cage, and brought me home again. I don’t know why she took me away in the first place. But…then…she keeps calling it the new castle. I…I…

=O.O=

Ziva and Mom in the Morning

9:30

Mom rolled over and woke me up. Turns out she was checking her phone. Apparently, the noise it makes when she receives a text woke her up finally. I’ve heard people talk about some thing called Remmy sleep before. I wonder if it’s the explanation for why she can go most of the night without appearing to hear it go off, and then magically she hears it at some point in the morning, but yet she isn’t done sleeping yet. Although, she might be! I could possibly convince her that it is indeed time to wake up. First food. Then cuddle. Then play.

9:36

Alas, my plans were thwarted. Apparently, her state of tiredness was stronger than state of awakedness. That’s fine, I’ll accept food and cuddle and take play later.

11:04

So, here I lay, stretched out next to Mom. She appears to finally be waking up. Maybe? It is very hard to tell. She rolls over more in the morning than she does at night, so I can’t get a good fix on the eyes. I wonder if this is her playing. I don’t like the mind games nearly as much as the other games. Wait! I do believe….I’ll pet her some more, maybe she’ll wake up all the way.

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So, this morning, I woke up to my arm being stroked. Needless to say, it was kind of like that image you may have seen around facebook where one side is sketched or something of what it’s like to be startled awake by the alarm, and then on the other is a picture of a woman stretching, and the sun streaming in, and it’s what it is like to wake up naturally. The only difference was that this time I woke up to my little brat trying to pet me awake, and then batted her little kitty eyelashes at me and pulled an, “I’m cute!” Pose. Not gonna lie, I do not have a problem waking up to this face looking at me in the morning. Captions and pictures are already on my Facebook photo album called “Children.”

Are you awake yet Mom?

Because I’m cute!

And every day should be started….

…by playing with the cat.

Let’s play Fling ^_^

Tomorrow: Minesweeper.

Ziva and the Great Outdoors

My mother is a genius.

Or at least that was what I thought earlier today. The jury is out presently. I may still think so tomorrow.

Mom bought me a fairly comfortable harness and a leash. They hardly show up on me. Gotta love black. I wasn’t much of a fan of it yesterday, and am still not entirely happy while she puts it on me. It is ignorable though.

Especially once she pulls out a toy, or the leash as a play thing, or when she took me outside today. I went out yesterday to, but the dog was not ignorable.

Today was brilliant though! At first, I must admit, I didn’t believe her. But she both left the door open and say in the way of it for my own good, and it worked out well. I love it outside!

So, I’m outside. The door is angled. Mom’s blocking me from getting in the open door. So, she’s the reflection, I’m not. Cool huh?

Here I am scaling the stairs.

At last! I made it!

It didn’t take me all that long to be okay with some of the noises. Passing cars and the electric saw down the street soon became nothing but background noise and part of the experience.

Then the landlord’s wife came home and didn’t use the garage entrance to enter her home. If you ask Mom, I flipped out. My opinion? Alright, fine. I flipped out! But I still am insecure in the castle with new people! Outside on day two and random people walking towards me? What would you do?

Mom says with time and practice I will become a seasoned friend to the outside world. She says she can teach me to have less chance of going out without her or the harness. I want to know why she thinks I could ever feel safe out there otherwise! She says she’s gonna start teaching me tricks to go along with more obvious leash behaviors I need to learn and that they’ll help too. I think she’s crazy, but she is Mom, so I’m sure she knows what she is talking about.

In other news, she came back with an iPod touch for me. Uncle Neil is the best! I mean, they say he gave it to Mom, but I know that they know what is Mom’s is mine. It’s fun! Possibly better than the computer! I took me a MySpace style picture. Mom says I’m silly, but I think it’s a great shot!

See! All from above shot and everything!

Sorry, it may have uploaded out order, and possibly at the end of the post, but this is my first entry typed up on the iPod.

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I love my cat. That is all.

Ziva and the Humble Court Jester

A lot has happened over the past weekend.

The old one was abducted by her Mother. I have entirely mixed feelings about her absence. I am glad she is no longer here to assert claim over my domain, but I can’t help but feel that this big castle is a bit emptier without her presence. And shortly after, my Mother left me. I cannot say for how long, but the Other One ensures me she’ll be back soon.

With my Mother gone, I can hardly stand to be out of our chambers throughout the days. I never venture to my Mother’s desk, to peer out the windows as I would with my Mother here, and which the Other One graciously opens every morning for me, just in case I decide to grace him with my presence.

The Other One has taken temporary possession of my Mother’s Throne in her absence. I do not think he has evil plans to take over the kingdom, because he always puts the Throne back in its exact spot at my Mother’s desk when he’s not sitting in it. I have taken the liberty of looking at the Other One’s designated chair, and I cannot blame him for borrowing my Mother’s throne. His chair has fallen to disrepair, and looks mightily uncomfortable. I’m sure that my Mother has done all she can to replace his chair, because I know my Mother is kind and loving to the Other One, even going so far as to call him “Brother” upon occasion. So I know my Mother has done all in her power to replace or repair his chair.

The Other One is a peculiar one. He seems to lead a lonely life when my Mother is not around; either that or he is very loyal to the Crown. He never leaves the Castle, except to carry out chores. He always opens the blinds and the door, in case I decide to grace him with my presence, and gaze out upon my domain as I would with Mother. He makes sure I Have plenty of food and water. And he proceeds to guard me even more protectively since Mother is not here. He comes to my Chambers, to check upon me at random times through the days. He sits upon my and my Mother’s bed, and waits for me to reveal myself to him, and deign to sit close enough that he may gently stroke my fur, and give me all the attention that I would normally receive from my Mother.

He is not very security conscious though. For he leaves the doors to My Chambers open all day and night. I have often ventured out during the night, and watched him through the darkness. He sits, or lounges as may be the case, before his computer and stays awake to guard me through the night. His senses must be quite acute, for he can usually tell when I’m about and turns around and calls out to me. I have often taken an interest in calling back to him, to let him know I am well, and then we would proceed to carry on a short conversation. When he does retire to his chamber, he leaves his doors open and informs me that if I get lonely through the night, that I am always welcome to sleep upon the bed he had set up for the Old One, next to his bed.

I took him up on his offer once, and slept comfortably on the bed of the Old One. The Other one is odd, he doesn’t sleep. He lays in bed, awake, unable to sleep. When I grace him with my presence he often reaches over and gently strokes my fur and talks softly to me. Telling me that he hears me at night, calling out for my Mother, hoping she hears my pitiful cries and returns to me…

I hope my Mother returns soon.

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Guest entry by the “Other One” while I was gone to Ohio for my sister’s birthday. I was thinking about tweeking it some, for varying reasons, but I’ve decided to let it be. He may have made her a bit less…well…half evil, but I suppose since I was gone….

Ziva and Spring

Day two of birds, sunshine and the heater not being turned on in the castle. Mommy says I missed a cardinal right in front of my face, staring right at me, yesterday. I told her she was crazy, and that she had no proof. Now she says she has every intention of providing me proof next time with that blasted camera phone of hers. I told her to have fun trying to catch me on film.

Then, she told me it’s not film; it’s digital. She called me old fashioned.

In reality, I am but a simple girl.

I want nothing more than to feel the wind in my fur, and chase after those wing-ed creatures that zoom about through the air on the other side of the glass enclosures. Or, at least I would enjoy, greatly, screens in my castle windows, and the screen door that has only glass.

Though, I do think I would like some things I’ve seen to be in my life.

Mommy went online and browsed around these places with “Pet” in the titles. There are a fair amount of things I wish I had, though, none look like the Tardis…or the Enterprise. She showed me a tribble, I stared at it curiously and then hit the screen with my paw. She seemed to think I was trying to play with it, but in reality I was telling her I wanted it. She doesn’t understand me sometimes, I’m quite sure of it.

I asked her for a sonic screwdriver, but, alas, we couldn’t find anything I liked. I told her to make me one. She said she’d have to put some deep thought into it. I think she just doesn’t want to get me nice things.

I don’t know, I may be wrong. She did get that far off look in her eye off and on over the past couple hours after I looked up new things and asked her if I could have them.

One thing she has fixated on, that I am very unsure of is a harness. She wants to let me have access to the out doors, but fears me getting scared and running off. She said something about an image of reading a book or doing homework outside while I pounce around, attached to her wrist, and not wanting to choke me. I found one I kinda liked that would be soft on my little body if I pulled to hard on it, but she seemed skeptical.

Ultimately these are things I want in my life:

  • Climbing Tree
  • Sonic Screwdriver
  • Phaser
  • Tribble
  • More catnip mice
  • TARDIS
  • Starship
  • Tribble
  • Sonic Screwdriver
  • More catnip mice
  • Litter box with a lid
  • Tribble
  • Cozy harness and multi-length leash
  • TARDIS
  • Brush/comb/combo thingy with four grooming options
  • Sonic Screwdriver
  • Claw trimmers
  • Tribble
  • Sonic Screwdriver
  • More flee and tic stuff by June
  • TARDIS
  • Treats I actually like
  • Toys
  • Tribble
  • TARDIS

* pushes buttons on computer screen till the Monkeys start singing * “I wanna be freeeeeeeee!”

She keeps saying something about “training” and “teaching” me to do things, like how I already come when I’m called, or something about putting my toys up when I’m told. I don’t know what she’s talking about. It is not she who trains me, it is I who train her. One day she will understand this. This “home-shkewl” thing she says I’m starting tomorrow does not exactly sound like fun.

She said something about how training would help make outside a safer experience, then started talking about bugs, but she already fleed me Sunday.

Obviously, she has a list of concerns about some of the things we discussed, and ways to make them not be problems, and reasons why these things could work. She said I’ve become a different cat, and that if I weren’t such a “Mamma’s girl” she wouldn’t contemplate these things with me, except the toys and the screens in the windows.

My mommy thinks I’m special. =^.^=

I think she may be serious about letting me be more active, and I kinda think I might like the idea. I like spending time with Mommy. We shall see what the future brings!

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It’s the best thing to watch my cat now that Spring has come back. She’s absolutely adorable. The birds in this big window thing are just too much for her to ignore. She chirps at them like her siblings chirp at bugs back in Ohio. The other day I opened the front door and locked the “screen” door to make sure she didn’t accidentally push it wrong and open it, and instantly she was like a little child trying to look over the counter, and the child that sees the toys on the inside of the store and pushes their nose to the window to see it.

So, we sat at the computer together looking at things, and had priceless moments when she attacked the screen, without claws, or looked at me like she understood what was on the screen and thought it was the best thing ever. She was probably just saying, “I love you, Mom…pet me.” But still!

There are some things I’d like to get her. Some things I’d like to teach her. Some things I’d like to do with her. I know all the risks for some of the things that risks exist, and I think, if she also wants to do them, I’ve got ways to make them happen without having to “worry” about those problems.

I won’t completely say much about them because I know people will just point out the problems I already know, or possibly tell me I’m crazy and it won’t be good for her. I actually beg the differ, and don’t think I’d think about them if it were another cat. I also know that I can accomplish anything I set my mind to, and that *I* am a quick learner, which I think is important while trying to teach a cat when cats are not cut and paste identical, like children, and that she’s already picked up some habits that I didn’t actually teach her. So, research starts officially, instead of sporadically, tonight, and lists will be made, and plans laid out.

She’s cute, and quirky, is it absolutely insane that I want to make her more unique and quirky? She’s even kind of a nerd. Hehe. At least, that’s my interpretation, because I can.

The music thing actually was pretty legit too. She [accidentally] stepped off the desk onto the roll out keyboard thing and bumped the mouse and moved it to the iTunes thing. music was already playing, so I entertained myself, and opened it. She then stepped on the keyboard [while getting back up on the desk], and scrolled from the song that was playing, to the Monkeys, on “I Wanna Be Free.”

I love my cat.