Tuesday, June 09, 2009

My Rebellion Gone Wrong

On Saturday I was letting Mom know that I was feeling unappreciated, and neglected because she had been gone overnight for work and there was still the matter of the noisy little rug rats in the house. Mom reminded me that Grandpa was in the house and I wasn't alone. As always I expressed my disappointment in her priority's by walking away flicking my tail at her. I walked to the garage door asking to go out.

I love the garage on rainy days! Mom is usually OCD about making sure the garage door is closed. Today however she was distracted by the phone and swung the door open with out thinking. There in front of me was the lovely garage door wide open beaming in light. One look at that and I thought Ah Ha! I will make you pay! I flashed a look of triumph to Mom, and I was out the door in a second flat.

I had been thinking about what I would do the next time I got free. You might even say I had been plotting this for months. Before Mom had even gotten outside I scrambled up a tree and I was up on the roof. You should have seen Mom run around the house calling to me. It was hilarious!

Teasing Mom was awesome! Every once and awhile I would come real close to the edge and meow for Mom to get me. Once she got there I would run back at the top of the roof. I was having a great time! You should have seen her face.
After yelling for me to come in for a long time Mom finally went inside and I had some peace and quite. Mom didn't fool me though I knew she was inside the house fussing and pacing trying to figure out how to get me down. (I like this picture it looks like I lost my ear but I was really just doing my radar imitation)

When it started to rain really hard the sky started flashing lights. Mom came back outside to yell at me again. I was running around going naaaana boooboo to Mom. But I was thinking about coming back in because I was getting really wet. All of a sudden this huge red tail hawk came swooshing by really low.
Mom has told me about how hawks pick up prey with their talons so when I saw him circle around and starting to dive bomb me again I knew I was in trouble. (Mom said she missed the picture of the hawk by a second it was right above me in this picture.)

There aren't any more pictures mostly because Mom dropped her camera and threw her shoe at the hawk. (don't worry she didn't hit him just scared him so he wouldn't pick me up and fly away with me.) I don't really remember what happened next mostly because I was scared. Mom said I ran over the top of the roof and disappeared along with the hawk. She looked all over for me for close to two hours. She finally called our friend Shelia who jumped in her car and came over right away.

Once Sheila got there I knew it was ok to come out. Mom was pretty upset by this time because she thought that the hawk had gotten me. (This has happened to one of our friends little dogs.) When Sheila drove into our driveway I let my Mom see me, but then our neighbor's dog came running after me because I was in his yard. I got really scared again and ran as fast as I could right up a big tree and back down again. Finally I got to my favorite place in my yard. Shelia came and sat down on the ground right in the middle of the rain and flashy storm, and talked to me real nice and I went and sat in her lap.

Mom's face was all wet and I don't think it was just the rain. Once she calmed down she hugged me real tight. It was a long time before she set me down.

So I guess the moral of the story is be careful when you try to rebel it usually gets you in more trouble then you need. More about the rug rats trip to the vet tomorrow!

Good Day, Madison

Monday, June 08, 2009

Meet the Meriwether's

It's me Madison, reporting in on Tuesday morning . This photo was taken Saturday. I like it because I look kind of dreamy. I will explain later why I am outside with out wearing my walking jacket or leash. Lets just say it's a touchy subject right now.

These are the Meriweither's. They are kind of funny the way they run from one side of the room to the other like a small basketball team. Right now they are in the foster room. Mom says they have to stay stay separate until we get a all clear from the vet. Frankly I hope they just stay in there but it does kind of cut into my adoration time when Mom goes in there with out me.

We will start the introductions with the biggest Percival Meriwether. Mom says she named him Percival because he is the most persistent and the protector of his brother's and sister. For the first few day's Percival would pace the perimeter while the other kittens ate so he could protect them. Then when he had decided everyone had eaten enough he would sit in the bowl and eat between his legs so no one could take it away from him.

Next is Chester Meriwether. Grandpa named him but we all agreed he looks like a Chester. He is also slower so he is easier to get pictures of. Chester loves to sleep, eat, and poop alone. Everyone else does everything all together, but Chester likes his privacy and is happy to wait to get it. He is a very sweet boy who Mom says is the politest of the bunch.

Next is Liam Meriwether Mom calls him Liam the lover. Liam is a cuddlier who would prefer to sit on Mom's shoulder purring and get tummy rubs more then anything else. Liam does like to chase his bell balls all over the room. He is also the only one of the Meriwethers that doesn't seem scared of my hisses and growels when I stand outside of the door and watch them. Mom says he wants to be my friend but I think he is just being a smarty pants.

Last but not least is Mia Meriwether. She is the smallest and fierce. She will attack her brothers all the time by trying to eat them. Mom said she named her Mia because everything she sees she claims as Mine! She is a jumper but does it so fast Mom haven't been able to catch her on film yet. She also loves to climb down Mom 's shirt and pass out from utter exhaustion.

Well that's all for now. I hope you enjoy the pictures but it is important to come back for the really good ones and those would be all about ME!

Good day, Madison

My Introduction

That is a picture of me. I am Madison. The Cat.

Mom says that statement is redundant, but I want to make it clear that I am the superior being writing this blog. I would like to welcome you to my blog. Having my own blog is part of a agreement Mom and I came to when she told me she wanted to foster some kittens this spring and summer for the Dane County Humane Society. She told me she felt drawn to help more cats and kittens then just volunteering as a care staff at a different shelter Dane County Friends of Ferals.

Personally I think that the only cat that Mom needs to be worrying about is me. But then she just goes on and on about how I am the lucky one because I have a forever home blah blah blah... I guess it's ok for her to help other felines just as long as all of my needs are seen too the second I start thinking about needing them.

Since Mom had to mess up everything and bring these noisy, messy, little things into MY house I told her that I needed to have a place to share my important, deep thoughts. A example of me thinking these deep thoughts is shown below.

Mom is telling me that she has to get back to work. So this will have to be just a introduction of me for now. More to come tomorrow. Highlights will include; Some pictures of the little rug rats and more about ME! After all isn't it all about ME? As it should be, of course.

Good day, Madison