16 July 2007

She Calls Me Mozart. Whatever.

She calls me Mozart because I moved in officially during a PBS televised production of The Magic Flute and she likes to joke that she couldn't call me Puccini.

Whatever.

I pegged her in first thing. She had this really old big dog who looked as though he could still eat me.

But I saw something else. He was so old he was going to cross over the Rainbow Bridge pretty soon, and hey, I needed a home, ya know, so I just started watching them.

She was putting out food for the free cats but she hadn't really noticed me because I was careful not to be seen. I'd been burned before, ya know?

Who cares what my 'real' name is, was? I was born, and the whole litter of us and our mother were dumped in a box at the shelter.

The shelter was a shelter, OK? Not good and I don't like to remember all the stuff that happened there so I don't. I just don't. Especially now that I have been living with her since April. Living with her has pretty well wiped out the hurt of the memories, and the things I went through after my so-called adoption, YEESH! The stuff I had to do to survive!

But sometimes, well sometimes it still shows. Today, the 15th of July, I finally figured out there is a bowl just for me with water in it. I don't have to hope some water stays in the kitchen sink for me to lick up-she has been putting water in the other bowl, the one she keeps putting by the food-hey, I am not gonna miss the food, OK? But the water is so clean I really did not know it was there!

She splashed some at me, and I almost fell off of the top of the dryer where she keeps my food in my surprise-HUH, ya mean there's water for me in that bowl?! I drank half the bowl right down. I was so embarrassed, but OMGsh, it just tasted so GOOD and so CLEAN! Here all this time I thought it was just an extra bowl, for um, I don't know, whatever. Swear to Nubis, I thought it was empty.

You don't want to know why I never thought there would be a bowl of water just for me that was clean, not muddy or worse.

I was just a fluffy little Ginger boy when they stuck a gosh awful lot of needles in me, and I even had to be (oh dear, the horror) to be neutered. But I was all good, because they kept telling me that I was such a cute little thing I was sure to find a really good home.

Yeah, right.

Well, I did, didn't I, in the end? Or was it really the beginning?

Whatever.

What happened was this-yeah, I got adopted all right, and the people who adopted me from the shelter wrapped a damn collar around my neck (that thank Nubis was just loose enough and cheap enough that I eventually got it off before it choked the last life right out of my little, scrawny, STARVING little Ginger body after they moved away-without me!). They told the shelter all kinds of lies about how great my new life was gonna be, and how they would keep me inside the house and I was gonna even get to sleep on the little girl's bed.

BUT, when we got 'home' and I'm still thinking maybe things are gonna be great, they all go inside and slam the door in my face, and I am lucky if I get a handful of cheap (even cheaper than at the shelter) kibble flung out of their door now and again. Because they think cats should be outside. Always. No exceptions.

Oh, yeah, I was watching her alright. Every other week she brought home this ginormus sack of premium dog kibble-I could smell it and it was so premium I would have eaten eat if I'd got a chance. I hated that about me, that I would salivate watching this big sack of dog food going in the door.

That dog had it made. I hated him, I envied him, and I wished he would let me move in while he was still alive, because I could tell she loved him, and he loved her, and hey, even living inside, dogs that big don't live as long as he had without having a really, really good home. I knew he had been brought home as a puppy and had never ever known a bad day. I knew he had never seen the inside of a shelter, or gone hungry-oh Hell no, she looked like the type who would go hungry so he could eat.

My kind of two-leg. She had this nasty old dog inside the house, but she wouldn't let him eat the cats she was feeding, and she brought blankits out and boxes for the free cats, too. She even talked to the free cats.

I wanted to move in to her house-I'm not stupid, I know those free cats aren't free, and I just waited and watched, and tell you the truth when the people who'd adopted me from the shelter moved out a month after moving in, and left me there in the middle of winter it really didn't hurt too much. Honest. I had bigger and better plans. But I am getting ahead of myself.

The dog, she called him Gator. I know about alligators, so I stayed out of his reach. Even after he started noticing me and not letting her know I was there. He would look at me hiding (oh jeez, I was so pathetic) under the car and pretend not to notice me. Or he would just sit down and look at me with this look in his eyes, and I've come to think he was trying to tell me it was OK.

It was so cold, and I was so hungry, and thirsty.

And then he died.

24 comments:

Radcliff, Allie, Luna & Ozzie said...

Hey, Mozart. Welcome to the Cat Blogosphere.

Sounds like you had a rough start in life, but we hope things are looking up a bit now. Sometimes it takes two or three tries to get the right pawrents.

Cyclone Cats said...

Hi Mozart! Welcome to the blogosphere! We are sorry you had such a bad start, but you got it made now!
Another ginger kitty is always great! (conner is one too!) And don't worry bout your hoo-has....you'll forget all about them!!

WELCOME! Stop by and visit sometime!

Dazey
Jesse
Conner

Astrid, Kashim & Othello said...

Hi Mozart,
nice to meet you! Welcome to the Cat Blogosphere!

you seem to be a very clever guy. we are curious to hear the rest of your story.
Sorry that you had such a rough start into life.

purrs, Kashim & Othello

Zippy, Sadie and Speedy said...

Hi Mozart ::waves paws:: we all had a bad start in life too and are now living (mostly) a dream life! Welcome to the blogosphere buddy, you'll find that the cats here are all friendly and most of the woofies too! Can't wate to hear the rest of your story, even tho we already know it has a happy ending. We love making new frends and hope that is just what you'll be...

Daisy said...

Mozart, that is a very heart-wrenching story. I am so glad you have a GOOD forever home now. And I am sorry Gator had to go to the Bridge. I am looking forward to learning more about you, and seeing your picture.

Beau Beau & Angie said...

Hello Mozart. Mom loves that name for kitties. She would have named me dat but she would have stuck an ie or a y on da end and it would have been mozartie. Dat's what she'll prolly call you sometimes.
Nice story bout yur forever home. Now don't look back, keep looking forward and good things will come speshully when you get all these new good friends from all da cat bloggies. Welcome.

Millie said...

Hiya Mozart!

I know about your life. I was a street kitty too, until I got hitted by a car and almost went to the bridge myself, but some guy picked me up and brought me to the v-e-t and lotsa people helped with the green papers to fix my badly broken leg.

Now I have a wonderful forever home with lots of clean fresh water (I gotta share mine with an older fusspot cat, but she's OK), good food and treats!

You'll be living the good life now. Great to meet you and welcome to the blogosphere, where you'll meet lots of terrific friends!

DEBRA said...

HI Mozart!

I am sorry about your rough start in life. All 5 of us over here at Manx Mnews understand because all of us are castaways too. But we knew we found the purrfect forever home with our Momma. She loves all of us. It sounds like your Momma loves you too and that you have landed in a great home. My brofur Ping is a orinch kitty. He is a real character! I am the leader of the pack, I'm Abby the tuxedo Manx. Come on over and visit with us and welcome to the blogosphere!

~Abby

The Meezers said...

Oh Mozart, what an awful start to your life! But it seems now that you have the MOST wonderful forever home.

Don't feel embarassed by the water thing, I did the same thing when I gotted found too. It took me a while to figure it out.

Welcome to the blogsphere - come and visit us when you can! - Sammy (and Miles too!)

Riley & Tiki said...

We are sorry you had such a bad start, but are glad you found a great home. We are sorry that Gator went to the Bridge, but glad that you got a great home because of it.

Victor Tabbycat said...

Hi, Mozart! Wow, what a scary beginning. I was left in a box at a shelter, too, but I got moofed to a diffrint shelter an then I dopted mine Mom at my firstest doption faire. The best Moms are the ones we choose ourselves!

Mom knowed a Grate Dane named Gator in Catifornia but that was like 20 years ago.
Keep bloggin!

Dragonheart said...

Hello Mozart, welcome to the Cat Blogosphere!

I'm sorry to hear you had such a rough start in life. It sounds like you have a great Forever Home now, though!

TheSlyCat said...

Hey Buddy! Welcome! I'm glad you found a nice home! I was "adopted" once by a family that just brought me right back to the shelter, because they thought I was too hyper. But my forever mom loves that about me.
Anyway, I'm glad that you got your own blog! That's exciting. There's lots to do at the Catblogosphere! Come by and visit me sometime!
Sly

Hot(M)BC said...

Hi Mozard! Sorry yoo had a tough time at first. We's glad yoo got a good bean now, tho! Welcome to the blogosphere! We's putted yore bloggy on our linkies and the main linkies at the Cat Blogosphere too! Good to meetcha!
Purrrrrrrs,
Sanjee, Boni Maroni, Mini, Gree and Pepi

Pee Ess. We's all rescued from the outside too!

The Crew said...

Hi Mozart! Glad to meet you. Welcome to our cat blogging community. Stop over and visit us.

The Crew

Laura said...

Welcome! You're a cat who loves to write stories like we do. We LIKE YOU! Drop by our new CATS ONLY blog when you want to visit. We're only a few days old on our blog too. We got tired of having to share Mosaic Lady's blog, and visa versa!
Willie, Bianca & Sadie
Mosaic Cats

Fat Eric said...

Hi Mozart! Always nice to meet a new blogging kitty. Sorry to hear you had such a rough time. Looking forward to seeing pictures of you. If you are a Gorgeous Ginger kitty maybe you would like to sign up to my Gorgeous Ginger page, see the link at my blog!

Purrs
Fat Eric

jcfloresinc said...

Hi Mozart! Welcome to the Cat Blogosphere! We know you will like it hear and we can't wait to hear more of your story. Sounds like you have a wonderful home now and the past will go away. Come by to visit!
Your FL connection,
Samantha & Tigger

Bad Kitty Cats & Megan said...

Welcome Mozart to Kitty Blogging! Rescue Kitty Cats are the best! Sending purrs and scritches

Bad Kitty Cats..

Derby said...

Hi Mozart and welcome to the Cat Blogosphere. You had a rough start in life and hopefully things will get better and better. I'm on my second home too, but my life hasn't been as rough as yours. Stop by when you get some time. purrs.

Name: Mr. Hendrix said...

Hi Mozart! Welcome to the blogosphere! I'm so sorry you had such an icky start. I was a feral kitty when I was rescued by my mommy. These 2 legged mommies are great huh!
Sorry about the snip snip of your hoo has, but all us kitties should have that done unless we are being bred by loving beans.
I'm sorry your mommy's woofie went over the Bridge, I'm sure she still misses him. You being there helps lots I'm sure. I'm so glad you have a loving mommy now.

Bounce, Lucy and Trixie said...

Hello Mozart, It's good to meet you. Sorry you had a bad start at life. Mom took in Lucy after her first beans threw her out and didn't want her anymore. Mom took in Trixie too, just a 6 week old baby all alone by the side of the road. We're furry glad you finally have a happy ending, just like us!

THE ZOO said...

Hi mozart nise to meet yoo. we is a bunch of kittys wiff 2 dawgs. we likes them and theys likes us. we had 2 more woofers but theys old (19) and dies last year and those woofers we lufed and theys loved us. but they taught these 2 and well get them to love us sooner or later.

what a sad story so far. yoo had a hard start in life.

Zippy, Sadie and Speedy said...

Mozart, yoo gotta continue the story! We need to know....