The Scooter Diaries

I can hear footsteps on the stairs. Mom’s home! Mom, Mom, Mom, missed you Mom! Whadya bring me Mom?

Dad looks pleased too... and tired. But why aren’t you unpacking Mom? Uh oh, Mom’s going back again in a few days so better make the most of her.

I did look after Dad while you were away Mom, I slept snuggled up to him every night so he wouldn’t get cold, and now I’m going to sleep snuggled up to you to show you how much I missed ya.

Dad just left for the airport in a snowstorm, drive carefully Dad.

Now just a few hours to sit around and wait for Mom to get home. I’ve saved up a whole weeks cuddles and purring just for her. Wonder if she’ll bring me something from good ol’ Blighty. I did ask for a Union Jack collar... maybe some UK cat treats. Mom says UK chocolate is way better than North American chocolate so maybe cat treats are the same?

We’ve just heard from Mom, she arrived ok. Sadly Grandma died 6 hours before Mom’s plane landed so Mom didn’t get to see her. I feel bad for Mom, wish I was there to give her some special Scooter cuddles but I’ll just have to settle for purring down the phone at her.

Dad is bearing up well, but as him and Mom haven’t been apart since they’ve been married he’s finding it lonely, good job he’s got me.

So Mom will be back in 6 days time... I’ll be counting off the days Mom.

So Dad has come home from dropping Mom at the airport, he doesn’t seem a whole heap happy so I’m giving him my best “Scooter lurves you” attention.

We’re not going to know if Mom’s okay until late tomorrow so I’m gonna find it difficult to eat my kibble with all the uncertainty.

Mom’s side of the bed is going to be a bit cold till she comes home, who’s going to give me some attention at 4am in the morning?

Mom’s putting things in a big bag and looks worried, Dad isn’t a whole heap happier either. Seems that something is wrong with Mom’s Mom, so Mom has to go to England to see Grandma.

From what I can make out looks like it will be touch and go for Mom to get there in time. I wish I could come too Mom, you need the support of a big furry bundle of lurrrrrrve.

So Mom & Dad have slowly changed me over to a new cat food as they didn’t think that the high cereal content of the one I was on in the rescue shelter was good for me. Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t a bad food but Mom read that cats need a bit more protein and less cereal fillers in their diet. After all I do need to maintain my sleek handsome body.

This new food is pretty darn tasty. It comes in three flavours, however I have to say that my vote goes with the lamb & duck version every time.

Now wet cat food is an entirely different matter. At my first check up the vet said I should be trying to eat a little wet food with every meal, evidently it’s good for felines, especially us boys who need to keep their waterworks in good condition as well as other health benefits down the road.

Well I’ve been here about a month now and life is good. I have these humans wrapped around my little paw, they can’t do enough for me. But never let it be said I’m an ungrateful kitty, I give them lots of special purrs and roll over a lot so they can give me belly rubs… it seems to give them pleasure.

For some strange reason Mom & Dad don’t let me have the run of the house at night while they’re asleep, can’t think why.

Anyway each night about 10pm we have a little game where they try to get me into my bedroom voluntarily and I pretend I’m asleep on one of my many beds they have dotted around the house.

It’s pretty cool really, they have a bed for me in almost every room, Mom even made two big puffy beds for me from an old down quilt, I sink right into it, lovely... sigh!

So Mom was told she has to take me to the local vet’s for my first check up within 10 days of adopting me. It’s a week since my journey to the Rockies and here I am squeezed into that little plastic box again.

After a short road trip, where I might add I behaved impeccably we arrived at the vets. I’m ushered into the examining room and a tall and I mean tall white coat stoops down and looks into my cage, “let’s get him out then shall we?”

And do ya know what? They opened the door and tipped the box vertically, regardless of this I still managed to put up a bit of resistance and it took some shaking and pulling before I was relocated to the worktop.

Hi y'all Scooter here

Ready for the next installment of the Scooter Diaries?

We left off with me leaving my temporary home of 4 months to start a new life in the mountains.

Well the journey home wasn't too much fun and I guess that perhaps I had too much breakfast because I ended up embarrassing myself by pooping in my carrier a few minutes before we finally stopped.

Hi y’all Scooter here

Mom has neglected this blog way too long so I will be your new voice of the people, your hip, about the town kitty.

But you will want to know about me first eh?