Monday Morning Food Coma

 

I seem to have recovered my feline sense of calm and comfort. This lady is good with the foods, and the pets, and the playtimes and the brushies, but not so great with this blogging stuff. I never know when I might have the opportunity to chat with y'all. 

I don't really have too much to say except my Real Mom* visits me once a week. I really, really lubs her and I can't wait for her to find a new home for us. Meanwhile, this place is cushy enough. 

Also, she says this is a Tardy Sunday Selfie, whatever that means. Nobody tells me nuffing.

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See? My Mom loves me lots.

Sunday Selfie: Sing* Along If You Must

My Hostess wrote me a song. But I suspect she stoled it.

I woke up, Maggie, I think you got somethin' to say to me

It's 2:00 a.m. and I really should go back to sleep

I know you're feelin' confused, but I'm not really amused

Oh Maggie, I wish you'd learned a softer meow

The wee small hours when you start to roam really make me mad

But that don't worry you none, you just say, Too darn bad!

You laugh at all of my pleas, when I'm beggin' on my knees

Oh Maggie, guess I'll love you anyhow

You made a Zombie of me right quick

With your late-night bellowing shtick

You stole my sleep, guess I'll learn to live without

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I'm Not Fat, I'm Fluffy. . .Oh Wait . . .

All right, I know I'm a Big Girl. But beyond a certain point, the When-are-you-due questions just aren't all that amusing, right?

I am a Fine Feline Specimen and while I am feeling grateful and even affectionate toward my Hostess, her lap is--well, shall we say well-padded? Glass houses and all.

And just by-the-by, there's another orange tabby living in this room! And she talks my language! The Hostess gently explained the concept of "mirror" to me, but I think she might be having me on. 

Hi, I'm Maggie from the Temp Agency

The Human:  

Last Monday, in the throes of sadness over the departure of Spitty only two days before, and  feeling the emptiness in my house, I got a phone call from a woman I know from feeding the McChonkersons. 

"Hi," she said hesitantly. "I know you just lost your kitty, but.... Well, I hope you don't feel this is insensitive, but we need a foster placement for a kitty whose devoted owner is not able to have Maggie with her for a month or two, and I was thinking...."

Honestly, I couldn't get the "Yes" out of my mouth fast enough. It was perfect--helping the kitty and her owner, and having a furry friend around to care for and talk to. She arrived Friday. A Transition Cat, so to speak.

                                                                          Maggie:  

Hmmm, we'll see. So far, so good. I am super-confused though. After being at the rescue place for 5 days and getting used to that, now I find myself in a stranger's bedroom! And I don't even remember getting all nipped out and picking somebody up in the backyard!

 

I had a rocky first night Friday, but yesterday my Real Mom came to visit me and so now I feel better. I am eating and getting pets and brushies and all in all, life could be worse. This lady seems okay, but I am withholding judgment till I've been here for maybe a full 48 hours!

This person assures me I will have a chance to talk some more in a few days. I mean, she seems trustworthy, right? I'm sure she would never make an empty promise!