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Ziva and the New Brother

Mom is out of her mind! She is completely insane! She has flipped her lid! Charlie Manson is freaked out by her right now! Whoever that is…Lorelai says a lot of things I don’t understand.

Last week Mom brought home a boy! Well, he was dropped off…but she kept him!

The Demons and I agree that this is a horrible decision to adopt another child. She just will not listen to reason! Even Dad has become a traitor, falling for this “Leo” and his sweet and snuggly ways. He is the Devil, I swear it!

She keeps reminding me I eventually warmed up to Sunny and Star and the same will happen here…I think she belongs in an institution.

Maybe Uhlaskuh will take Leo, too….

Update from the future: They became best buddiesnot long after.

This is Leo

Ziva and the Lady Bug

Found my friend again! He woke me up to play. Mom says his name is Laydee-bug. Mom also says it’s past her bed-time though, so I can’t play with him tonight. *sigh* Last time I saw my friend was before the weentar started and the snow came. I hope I don’t have to wait that long to see him again!

Ziva, the Demons, and Spring

Mom tried to kill us today. She put harnesses on all three of us, and tried to take us all into the out! She kept telling me I used to like to go into the out…but I do not recall ever enjoying being in the out! Let me tell you that there is a difference between walking out the door when we lived in that basement thing, and walking out the door here! I do not like going into the out! I don’t know what it is…but there is!

The Quiet One managed to escape before we actually got into the out. The Little Loud One and I, however, did not. We tried! But we failed. So, we screamed our heads off like there was no tomorrow! I was certain one of the neighbor peasants would here us and tell Mom to take us back into the in. That did not happen, though.

Then, she gave up with The Little Quiet One. She let her go back into the in, but was determined to make me remember! I prevailed! She tried to tell me I like chewing the grass, but I wasn’t having any of it! Finally, she took me back as well.

She decided a good compromise was to open the windows so we could appreciate the scents and sounds from the out. Now, I am sitting in the window sill, contemplating a nice nap. I think my heart has calmed down enough after Mom’s attempts, and the fan being blown off the table….

On a side note…I think they are trying to starve me. When the demons go to the dungeon, and I am given free reign of the castle, their food dishes are missing! Only mine remains attainable! I am positive they are hiding the food in the kitchen cupboards…if only I could figure out how to open the doors…especially without that psychic mother of mine finding out!

Ziva Dislikes Weekend Mornings

Dad locked me out of the bedroom again! He seems to think that when he is awake, and Mom is asleep, I shouldn’t be in with Mom! He says I spend too much time annoying her, and it keeps her from sleeping.

I do not annoy Mom! I love Mom! I must be there with her! Snuggles! I only paw on the wall to get her attention….

I’ve tried ~~everything I can think of!~~ everything I can get my paws on! Pawing on the door, crying for Mom, going back and yelling at Dad (though the headset may be masking my screams), reaching for the door k’nob….

Yet here I am. Still pitifully sitting outside the door, away from Mom.

I’d get some dy-no-might or something to put a hole in the door (ohhh…kitty door in bedroom door!) but those items are not available at this time. Batcat needs a utility belt and some of Batman’s spare gadgets!

I’ve even tried using the force!

Sadly, I seem to be lacking in that area. The Jedi would never take me on anyway. In cat years, I am too old, and I loves mah mah-mah….

On that same train of thought, I’m obviously not a mutant, and thus could never be a part of the X-men. I tried moving the metal with my Magneto-like skills…that was a failure. Obviously, I’m not a metal-bender either.

Then again, I’m not sure the door k’nob is metal. In which case, I obviously cannot move whatever material it is made out of.

I could go all Wolverine and shred the door…but I’m trying to make Mom think my claws don’t need trimmed…shhhhh.

I am also not an air-bender. I’ve blown and blown on the door, but nothing.

I even tried saying the magic word! But, obviously the door doesn’t speak cat….

This problem has led me to realize my sonic screwdriver is only a toy…or that it not only doesn’t do wood, it doesn’t do whatever material the k’nob is made out of. Or I simply am using it wrong. Perhaps it is the latter.

DAD OPENED THE DOOR!

MOM!!!

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. -.-‘

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…

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=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.