||Eleven years old|
||Arlington Heights, Illinios, USA|
am an Army Chief Warrant Officer assigned to a unit near Chicago and my cat
is very special to me. I have a blog called
Roggie told me that he is too burned out from handling Army casualty
assistance and funeral missions to write, so he asked me to do it.
Even though I have an extremely busy and unforgiving personal schedule I
agreed to put a few words down and help Roggie out a little bit. So, here
A little about me... I was born sometime in the fall of 1999 (Roggie says that my
"official birthday" is October 9, 1999 even though no one knows for sure) and
somehow made my way to the Great Lakes Animal Control Office when I was just a
tiny kitten. Roggie told me that he called up to the navy base on a very cold
December 27, 1999 and asked them if they had any kittens. They told him that
they had one and then Roggie told them to hold it for him because he was on
the way up there to get it. I was wandering around a big room with twelve or thirteen
adult cats when Roggie poked his head in the window and saw me in there with
my fur all messed up and me meowing a lot. He said that he fell in love with
me immediately. Roggie took me home and introduced me to my new roommate, a
really pretty and nice, but shy, seven or eight year old black and white cat named
Rigger (Roggie called her "Dear Rigger" all the time). Rigger was not exactly
thrilled to meet me, however. But, we got along all right for the next six years.
Roggie and I have moved around a bunch of times since 1999. I was born in
Illinois and have lived in Ohio and Alabama and now I'm back in Illinois since
Roggie is assigned there again. I can't tell you how much I dislike long car
rides, or any car rides. Not fun!
A typical day for me begins at around 3 A.M. when I put my cold nose on
Roggie's cheek to wake him up and then he gets up and moves to the La-Z-Boy
where I promptly jump onto his chest to be petted for awhile and then I lunge
off suddenly whenever I feel like it and then come back to wake him up a few
more times before he gets up for work at about 5:30. I watch him scoop my two
litter boxes and then he goes into the kitchen and gives me a can of Fancy
Feast Salmon with little green stuff in it every other day, and he gives me a
little sprinkle of IAMS cat food which I know is supposed to be good for my
tummy, but which I pretty much ignore. My two main foods that he gives me
each day is a handful of Meow Mix and my favorite... Whiskas Cat Treats. I can't
tell you how much I love those snacks. They are like candy for cats. Man,
they're good. I could live on them! The package says that they are two
calories per snack. Cute, huh? As I am eating breakfast Roggie is showering
and doing some therapy for his shoulder and getting into his Army suit. I
like to be sitting by his feet as he is tying his boots and mess around with
the laces to make him feel guilty about leaving me at home all day by myself.
After he is gone I start taking one of my 65 daily naps. I spend a lot of
time in a laundry basket full of t-shirts or in a closet on top of a box of
clothes or on my favorite chair, the blue one or my second favorite chair, the
reddish black one near the sliding glass window to the porch. In between naps
I like to look out onto the porch and watch the squirrels and a little black
mouse and birds as they stop by to eat birdseed. Would be fun to be able to
be able to leap out there on the porch and scare those squirrels.
When Roggie gets home I usually get up to greet him unless I'm extra comfy on
the blue chair. If this happens I might just open my eyes a little peek and
kind of let go a half yawn/half meow and then go back to dreamland. He pets
and brushes me and gives me some more Whiskas and tells me how pretty I am and
how much he missed me while he was at Army all day. He'll usually go do some
PT (Physical Training) shortly after he comes home and then he will come back
to me after that and, if he sits on the love seat, I will make myself at home
on his left elbow and take a nap and he won't be able to get up until I'm
done. He's such a thoughtful servant/master that he would not dream of
interrupting one of my cozy naps. A lot of the time when he or his sister,
my "Aunt Pam" is on the internet I'll jump up there on the table and meow and
head butt the monitor and walk on the keyboard to remind him or her that
someone needs attention. Roggie will brush me and pet me some more before bed
and then I usually hop in there with him and make myself comfortable on his
elbow while he tries to go to sleep.
So, I guess that does it. Think I'll go get myself some Whiskas Treats.
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