Dear Humans…

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Dear Humans…

Hello WordPress peeps. Thank you for welcoming me into my Mommy’s life. 🙂 She has told me all about many of you, and she also told me I have many fans requesting photos of me as I continue to grow, and that I need to own up to my modeling contract. I don’t know what that means because I am still a baby and I just want to eat, play, sleep, bite people’s toes, and play some more.

I was surrendered to an animal shelter in the late summer months when I was born. I do not know why. Mommy says it makes her angry, but that she is glad “the idiots” at least had the foresight to bring me someplace safe where I could get proper medical care and the chance of a good home. Mommy has no patience for morons. I’ve heard her tell people off on the phone. I like to be underfoot when she’s on the phone, you just never know what you’ll hear! Mommy has one voice for me, all soft and sweet, and another voice for everyone else. Unless you’re a kitten or a baby, I recommend playing dumb, but you should also know that Mommy will see right through that.

I was put into foster care with my siblings almost as soon as I opened my eyes, which means I was taken away from my biological Mommy way too soon. Kittens need to be weaned, not thrown into shelters!

I shared a foster home with three “big cats”, a huge pitbull, and there were always lots of kittens younger, my age, or older to play with. I did very well with everyone, as I am very well socialized. I was there the longest of all my foster mother’s foster kittens because she loved me best. 🙂 She also wanted to make sure I got the very best home possible. She was strongly considering keeping me, I think, until she got a phone call inquiring about my availability.

One day “new Mommy” called “foster Mommy”, and in less than a few days, I had a new home. Imagine a tiny kittens’ shock and surprise!

On the day in question, “new Mommy” walked into the house. I was walking on the kitchen counter at the time and immediately greeted her. I like to be perched in places above ground, so that I can look down upon my subjects. She lowered herself slightly to my level so I could smell her. I thought “What kind of cat is THIS? Where is her tail?! Oooh, she has pretty hair. I bet she’ll let me bite it.” She spoke to me and gave me a little head scratch. Her nails are nice and sharp, and took away my kitty cat itches, so I let foster Mommy know that it was ok if I went home with her. I liked her coat and her purse, and even though she told me I couldn’t play with expensive things, she was kind and gentle, and I felt safe.

After a short period of time where the humans conversed and laughed, foster Mommy gave me kisses and told me I was going to have a great life. I was put into a kitty carrier that my new Mommy had thought to put warm blankets in, and away we went.

About an hour and forty-five minutes later (I had to ask Mommy about the timing. It was dark and the GPS got us lost. I know this because the heat was on and Mommy kept saying “Why is such an expensive part of this county SO FUCKING DARK AT NIGHT?! Can’t they afford lights?!”), I was brought into my new home.

Mommy showed me where everything was, from my litter box to my fancy food and water bowls, and my new “cat space”. I ate, I drank, and then Mommy put me into “my bed”. It’s a lot bigger than me, but I quickly learned I am meant to share this bed with Mommy. Who made this decision? Exactly who said this little kitten wants to share? I did not agree to this arrangement, so I bites toes for entertainment value. I can get away with this because I am “just a baby”. I heard Mommy say so.

After a few hours, I decided to settle in for a nap and where better to nap than my new Mommy’s lap while she tap-tap-taps on her computer? Occasionally, even now, I reach up and smack her hands to remind her that I’m here, and that the computer isn’t so exciting or interesting. And that my little ears need to be scratched. She will stop singing, writing, and doing whatever it is she’s doing that makes her laugh, and tell me how great I am, what a good kitty, such a sweet little soul, such a good little friend. She tells me that as I get older, we will be besties, whatever that means. For now, she is my warm cuddle buddy and my best playmate. I secretly believe she is a cat and that I cannot find her tail. I know, because I’ve looked.

I am happy in my new home, though I have already made it clear that I need little playmates, siblings if you will, or I will continue to attack Mommy’s feet, ankles, knees, socks, and anything else I can get my little baby paws on. Mommy is not amused when I climb on top of the vacuum cleaner and just sit there. She actually suggested I do some house work. I smacked my new Uncle’s feet recently, just to keep him in his place. Mommy encouraged me to do this, telling me it would make him feel “loved and important”. Yes, she’s silly, but she’s also very interesting to watch.

What can I tell you about my Mommy that you don’t already know? She loves me, hugs me, cuddles me, gives me kisses, feeds me, plays with me, talks to me, gives me yummy treatsies, tells me what a good girl I am, grooms me, cleans my ears, cleans my face, wipes my eyes so I don’t develop “tear stains”, and tells me NO when I climb things. She tells me “I am responsible for you. I have to make sure you’re safe and healthy.” She cuts my nails when I am asleep, so I don’t get agitated. Isn’t that sweet? Sometimes, but not always, she will spritz me with water to get the NO to stick, especially if I’ve been doing something I already know I shouldn’t be doing, like attacking Mommy’s books. I heard her talking about this the other day and she said it was a “cat behavior” trick.

Mommy has no idea how well trained she is. All I have to do is glance in her general direction and she’ll go and check my food and water bowls. If I want wet food, all I have to do is bump her legs when she’s in the kitchen and she will ask if I am hungry. She tells me I have to meow, but if I chirp at her or squeak, she accepts that. If I want my toys, I sit on the stairs and stare at her and give her “disapproving cat face”, and she immediately knows that I want my feather ball, or one of my other new toys. I bring them back to her and she’ll throw them back and forth for me while I run up and down the stairs. Secretly, I think Mommy really likes this game.

My favorite game, other than my feather ball, is the feather wand. Mommy will try to exhaust me with it, but often has to say “No more today baby girl, Mommy is too sick to play with you right now.” I don’t know what that means, so some days I cuddle into Mommy to let her know I am listening. I cuddle in and I purr, and I am rewarded with love, kisses, chin scratches, belly rubs, and praise.

A little over a month ago I was a kitten without a forever home. Today I am a four month old “little monkey” with a loving Mommy that is very attentive, with menfolk that show me affection (especially Uncle), a warm place to be, always, and full reign of the house. All I want for the new year is friends to play with. I do like being the sole kitty of the house, but I also miss Mommy when she goes away and she says it’s not nice to knock everything off her dresser. Apparently she is very attached to that perfume she wears and doesn’t like seeing “My expensive bottles on the floor, Verity!!” Sometimes I nap, sometimes I climb. Ok, so I climb more than I nap. I’m just a little baby.

Please encourage Mommy to find me two friends. They have to be my size or smaller, they have to like to play a lot, they have to like laying in Mommy’s lap with me watching movies or TV (Just because I am named after a Bond Girl that was only in one scene, that doesn’t mean I want to watch Skyfall. I don’t care how attractive Mommy finds Daniel Craig. What happened to her “No watching married men.” rule?” Of course, I realize this means she’d never be able to watch TV or movies ever again, but I am willing to overlook this if she gets me friends.), and they have to do silly things so that Mommy will laugh her musical laugh, and play with us, instead of saying “Does EVERY MORNING have to start with blood shed?” Even though Mommy clipped my nails, I really think someone ought to clip hers. I am pretty sure her fangs are bigger than mine too.

These are my tiny kitten observations. I hope you’ve enjoyed my story. And please, for the love of all that is holy, DON’T SHOP, ADOPT.

SAM_0070

Yes, I am REALLY this cute.

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Full Moon in Scorpio + Lunar Eclipse

Every month, I try to take the day of the Full Moon off, even if that just means escaping to get a manicure or grabbing a few hours of 100% private time, no one nagging me, no phones ringing, etc. This started when Wicca became a part of my life over 10 years ago, and I’ve kept it up because I like having the day to sort of focus on myself a bit and recharge my batteries.

I’m a big moon/star watcher. I love my Eastern/Western views of the moon and various constellations, but as I’ve previously stated, once the sun rises, I’m done.

Today is the Full Moon in Scorpio (100% Sign Pride!) and some of us will also be able to see the Lunar Eclipse as part of this. I love seeing any kind of eclipse, they’re so fascinating and beautiful to watch. Anyone that is able to snag a photo of this will be lucky, for sure.

This morning I found a neat little piece about today’s moon and thought I’d share it.

“FULL SCORPIO MOON: Scorpio is the most misunderstood energy of the zodiac. It doesn’t help that Scorpio’s symbol is a creature with a painful sting, or that Scorpio rules the sex organs, or that it is associated with the death card of the Tarot. You might say that Scorpio specializes in the kind of topics one might avoid in polite conversation, but it just so happens that there wouldn’t be a context for polite conversation if not for the energies that Scorpio rules: Life, Death, Regeneration, Existence. (The fact that I have a Scorpio glyph tattoo, as well as a symbol for Life, Death & Rebirth won’t come as a surprise.)

This particular Scorpio moon is pregnant with the profound feeling that your existence is so improbable that you had very well better do something interesting with it, if not something downright great. The lunar eclipse will be a momentary “reset” — a cosmic do-over button that allows a different approach, a fresh attitude or a second shot at what’s important to you.

In her pregnant phase, the Scorpio moon wants us to hold on to hope. Possibilities exist in situations that seem impossible. You never know when and how things will turn around. There is nothing, and then suddenly there is everything. Life is more magical for those who choose to believe.”

(Excerpt from the Boston Herald by Holiday Mathis-COPYRIGHT 2013 CREATORS.COM)

Interesting, huh? My horoscope is always pretty accurate in terms of what is going on in my life, so I was glad to see this and get a tiny glimmer of peace from the knowledge that things WILL eventually get better.

For all you non-Scorps, I hope you have a great day and get to enjoy the moon this evening. For all “my people” (fellow Scorps), enjoy the day and night, for it is in this hour that we reign supreme.

Long Night’s Moon

Full Disclosure: I am a Moon Child. That means different things to different people. For me, it’s not just a Wiccan reference and it has nothing to do with werewolves or vampires. (Yes, I just rolled my eyes.) Anyone can be a Moon Child, regardless of their religious or spiritual beliefs. I’m not a full time Wiccan, so the reference isn’t entirely in regard to that aspect of my life.

It starts with being a full blown night owl. I have been a night owl since I was in the womb. To this day I am more alive and energetic under the moon and stars than any other time during the course of a day. I come alive right about the same time the moon rises (or as soon as it gets dark), and by the time the moon sets, I’m completely uninterested in the coming sun. I have little use for it.

I know so many people who adore the sun, who thrive in sunlight, who get depressed without it, who believe they never look good without a tan. I’ve never been one of those people. Give me an indigo sky with the moon and stars any day.

Many people have heard me say “I hate the sun. It’s evil.” I do feel that way, and some of it has to do with the fact that I am extremely photo-sensitive. That and I just plain hate the sun. I am often picked on for my extremely pale complexion. I’ve always been very fair, but have maintained said complexion out of a fierce need to stay out of the sun, unless I have sunscreen on, and even then I’m also wearing polarized sunglasses. I am the most rigorous user of sunscreen that I know.

I have a family history of various types of cancer, so I have religiously used sun protection my entire life. I’ve had my share of sunburns and don’t want to make things any worse, so SPF is non-negotiable for me. I usually walk out the door with, at the very least, SPF 20 on. Bare Minerals Advanced Protection SPF 20 Moisturizer is a natural product, so you don’t have to worry about parabens or any other iffy ingredients. It comes in a couple of different options based on your skin type. On days when the sun is more intense, and especially during the summer, I use a different product as my base. Josie Maran Argan Daily Moisturizer with Broad Spectrum SPF 40. This is also a natural product, infused with Argan Oil, and chemical free. It smells amazing and works like a charm. Both products can be worn under make-up or by themselves. (Yes, I’m a bit of a product junkie. Be glad I didn’t start discussing make-up!)

I’m not going to preach my personal views, because we are all entitled to live our lives as we please, so long as we aren’t harming anyone. We all know how important sun and skin protection is. What does this have to do with my love affair with the moon? I have no idea, somehow I got off topic. That happens when you’re naturally long-winded. (That’s a joke. Stay with me!)

My love of the moon extends also to stars. I have always loved astronomy. I could spend hours with a telescope just staring out into the sky. I can always tell you where specific planets are and I love to point out my two most important constellations during the year, both of which shine directly over my house at different times. I can just look up and say “That’s Pisces.” or “That’s Scorpio.” I’m extremely adept at locating planets as well, especially Mars and Venus.

My hope for this final full moon of 2012 is that you will look into the sky tonight, weather permitting of course, and find something you love about the moon and the stars. For the moon will forever balance out the sun. No matter what happens in life…the moon sees all.