Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Our day starts at 5:30 a.m. with our wakeup call -- we are hungry for our canned cat food. Grilled tuna and grilled salmon are our favorites. After all, we were born under the sign of Cancer the Crab, so any food that comes from the sea is delectable to our taste buds. Because we depend on our humans to open the cans for us (they have opposible thumbs), we sometimes have to get their attention to make us our breakfast. First we meow at the door to our humans' room. If that doesn't get a response, I coach Azalea to whine louder while I scratch at the door frame. This usually results in comical voices emanating from the other side of the door. Sometimes I stare at the doorknob, but so far that has failed to make it turn and open. After a few minutes, I start to become desperate as the hunger pangs increase. That is when I begin to body slam the door, alternating loud crashing sounds with more screeching noises made by claws scratching on the proverbial blackboard. That usually gets the desired results. Yum!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Hi! My name is Lilia. I'm a Birman cat. I live with my sister, Azalea, and my human family on a barrier island where it is warm and I can go fishing in my backyard fountain most of the year. My eyes are blue, if you haven't noticed. And my paws are white. My coloring is called "lilac-lynx" because my points (ears etc.) are very light and I have striped markings on my face. Not at all like my sister's coloring, but I'll let her speak for herself later.
It's almost 2010 so I thought it would be a great time to get with the program and begin a blog. This is my first blog posting and I didn't know just where to begin. After giving it much thought, I decided the natural and most appropriate thing was to begin with talking about myself. I've heard it said that Birmans make the purrfect pets. It's true. Very definitely true. Not just neat and tidy, but quiet and well-behaved. That's me. Generally fun to be around. And did I say energetic? You should see me jump from the top of my cat tree and bound to the porch with scarcely touching down in the living room on the way. I'll get my human Mom to take a picture of that to post sometime. For now, just imagine a plump white furball literally catapulting through the air past all the humans watching TV on the sofa.
Well, that's all the good stuff. Next time I'll reveal my one or two minor character flaws, or, as I prefer to think of them, personality quirks. And maybe I'll add a Haiku or two.