
Hey everyone,
I just had to tell you about the cutest thing Wiggles did last night. I will set the the scene:
Mom and Dad sitting on the couch. Wiggles sitting next to them both. Me standing up going to bed.
I went over to hug my dad and then I went over to my mom and as I started to leave, Wiggles made this weird noise. I thought that I had stepped on his tail or something, but his tail was curled around him. So I looked over at him and he was looking at me. Then my mom said "I think he feels left out." So I went over to him, got on my knees and he stuck his little nose out towards me like he does when he wants to be kissed. So I kissed his little nose and rubbed his head for a minute and when I got up he just looked at me as if to say, "It was very nice of you to remember to kiss me goodnight...you may leave." So I did.
Anywho, I just wanted to share that story with my fellow kitty-luvers.
I just had to tell you about the cutest thing Wiggles did last night. I will set the the scene:
Mom and Dad sitting on the couch. Wiggles sitting next to them both. Me standing up going to bed.
I went over to hug my dad and then I went over to my mom and as I started to leave, Wiggles made this weird noise. I thought that I had stepped on his tail or something, but his tail was curled around him. So I looked over at him and he was looking at me. Then my mom said "I think he feels left out." So I went over to him, got on my knees and he stuck his little nose out towards me like he does when he wants to be kissed. So I kissed his little nose and rubbed his head for a minute and when I got up he just looked at me as if to say, "It was very nice of you to remember to kiss me goodnight...you may leave." So I did.
Anywho, I just wanted to share that story with my fellow kitty-luvers.
"Cats may be sensitive sometimes, but that just means they have a big heart."
Tiffani-Joi









Wiggles: Wiggles was a little different...okay a lot different. We'd had Tyler for six years. I had given up trying to talk my dad into getting another one, even though I had never given up wanting another one. One night my parents and I went on a family walk and as we were walking by this one house (that my mom had always loved the mailbox of) we saw this lady holding three kittens in her arms. We stopped to look at them and the lady just gave each one of us one of the kittens to hold. The one my mom held kept wanting another lady that was standing next to the lady with the cats, the one my dad held, was kindof skittish, but the one I held just looked at me and then would look around a little, but turn back to me. We found out that they were born at a farm in Northern California. And had been brought down here, were a relative of the family who had the farm, was looking for homes for the kittens. I didn't even think about asking my dad if we could take one home. I knew-at least I thought I knew-that he would say no. Then my dad said we'd go home and think about getting one. Think, doesn't always mean yes with my dad, so I didn't get my hopes up...much. After we started walking again my dad said, "I think we should get one of those kittens. Tyler is getting a little fat and it would be good for him to have some excercise. A little kitten just might do the trick." My mom and I were shocked. The next morning my mom called the lady and arranged that the next day we could come over and pick which one we wanted. I went to a friends house that day and told her family all about what had happend. The next day my mom and I went over to the lady's house. The lady opened up the garage door and out came the three kittens. Two of the cats went zooming towards a bowl of milk that had been placed on the driveway, the other however went zooming right over to ME! I recognized him as the kitten I had held two nights ago. He had remembered me. I looked up at my mom, just like I had done when we got Tyler, she smiled and said, "He's the one." He has been my little Caluba ever since.