Mini-Kitty #9

Our new home had three levels. There was a huge basement. The main floor had a living room, kitchen and a big bedroom that was Auntie’s. The top floor had Daddy Steve and Momma Kat’s bedroom and a craft room. I loved to run all over that house.

It took me about a week to learn where everything was, but I loved watching out our back door to the deck. There was a lot going on outside. My favorite thing turned out to be watching the squirrels. Those crazy rodents (that is what Auntie called them) were so much fun. They ran up and down our back fence. I could watch them all day. We even had raccoons running around our yard.

We had been living in our Colorado home for a few months when my Daddy “J” came to live with us. At first, I was excited to see him again, but he would only hold me for a few minutes and then go down to his bedroom in the basement and shut the door so he would not be bothered by the family or me. This made me sad because I wanted him to love me.

Even though Daddy “J” did not want much to do with me, the rest of the family tried their best to love me and play with me. I love them all. Daddy Steve would play with me with his light thing. They all wanted to hold me and show me how much they cared.

Momma Kat and Daddy Steve are very talented people. Momma Kat makes wreaths and a thing she calls “a table runner.” That is another thing I don’t understand: how does a table covering make a table run? Daddy Steve designed and made countertops for the kitchen and two bathrooms. They were cool, but I was not allowed to jump on them for several days.

Daddy Steve also makes coasters. He uses different ways but always closes the door so I cannot see what he is doing. I do not think he wants me to know how he makes them. He should know no one would understand me because I cannot talk like a human. He really enjoys creating new pictures by doing something called “Mixed Media art.” He would not let me in the room when he is painting either. I want to know why he is worried about me telling on him. He does such a great job. We have several of his paintings on our walls.

One thing I remember about our time in Colorado was the Covid thing. Everyone in the family except for me and Daddy “J” caught that dang bug. If it had been a true bug, I would have caught it and saved my family from being sick.

Auntie says she has no talent, but she really does. She takes care of me and fixes dinners for the rest of the family. She also worked most of the time we lived in Colorado. Next to me, she is the shortest one in the family. She is also the oldest one, I have been told. I love to make her giggle and laugh.

Momma Kat was hired by Walmart and worked every day except Sunday and Monday. She did that for almost three years. In the meantime, Daddy Steve had several jobs. His jobs always seemed to be on different shifts. I could not keep track of when he would be home. Auntie worked from home, so when I was hungry, I would let her know in no uncertain terms when I wanted food. I still do that today.

One day, Auntie told Momma Kat and Daddy Steve that there was a place opening nearby where they could sell their stuff. There was sure a lot happening in the house after that. Momma Kat went to work on her door things, and Daddy Steve was out in the garage spraying coasters and making pictures or making coasters and spray-painting pictures.

Auntie’s job became doing all the paperwork as well as taping up some of the coasters. When they finally opened their little shop in the Painted Tree Marketplace, she would go over and spend a couple of days a week running their store. I was not happy because I did not get my dinner on time on those days.

Sometime in December or January, I heard some talk about moving to some place called Florida. It seems that Daddy Steve and Momma Kat’s oldest daughter and their little granddaughter were moving there. Oh no, not again. I remember how I hated that last trip.

Yep! We were on the move again. The family had a lovely person, I liked her a lot, who sold their home for them. That was short-lived. I was once again shoved into my prison cell (AKA – carrier) for God knows how long!

The trip to Florida took forever. I'll let everyone know what happened then in the next post. While you are here check out the rest of our website and enjoy.

The picture of me attached is when I was yawning, not growling.