Pictures from Romania

I have some more picture today of myself playing, and a few Bucharest pics that Mommy and Daddy took.

The first one is taken from the bus, when Mommy and Daddy were coming home from the other Mall, by bus.

Then a pic of some poor doggies... They probably belong to a firm, anyway...



Picture of Mommy's car we used when we went to Grandma. Only that the car has a flat tire now... hehe



Then here's a pic of me playing with a marshmallow. Yes, they are very much fun to play with: throw them in the air, catch them, chew on them, play soccer with them... Lots of fun, yep!



Then there's me, sleeping again on Mommy's ironing board... I like it there because there's lots of sun.


And me again, watching a bird vid clip on youtube.com:


That's it for today. We'll be back later! Now I'm sleeping on top of the TV.

Bucharest Views

Just so you know where I come from...

Here's a pic from my old house, where Mommy and Daddy found me.

And here's a view from the main road, still there. We still live in the neighborhood.

How My Life Changed

Mommy and Daddy had to find a new place in June. They did, but this time it was located at the second floor. I couldn't go out of the window when and how I wanted anymore. Mommy didn't know if they should take me with them or leave me here with all my mommies and daddies.

In the end, I had to take a six-hour long trip to see Gramma and Granpa and stay with them for almost two months until Mommy and Daddy would come home from their vacation.

That's when I met Jessie - she's a little fat and slow, but that's because she's getting older. She was very interested in meeting me, but we only brushed against each other a few times and nothing more.

Jess was the first kitty in the house when Shelly, the previous cat died. She is very spoilt, Mommy says, but very sweet. She can open doors, climb on top of them, pee in the sink. She eats all the plants in the house.

Then there was Jimmy and Candy. Jimmy attacked me a few times. Mommy says she's a very sweet cat normally, but very territorial. I had stolen her room and slept with Gramma while I was there. She was jealous. Candy also. Candy was so stressed to see me around that she got a bad rash. I hope she got over it now.

This is Jimmy. Mommy and her cousin called her Jimmy because they didn't know if she was a boy or a girl. Now they know she's a sweet baby girl! She was Great Gramma's cat and used to run outside until one day Mommy and Granma found her hanging from her leg in a wired fence. Poor baby was pregnant but she lost her babies because of the shock. Mommy and Grandpa and Gramma took ker to ER and now she's good. Sometimes Grandpa calls her 'three feet', because it took her very long to walk again on all four. Her eyes are very pretty. And very very big.

This is Candy. The second acquisition. Grandma rescued her when she was visiting Mommy in Bucharest. Yes, she is also a wild Bucharest cat. She was full of fleas and eczemas when Granma found her. She has a very sweet thin voice. Daddy calls her Candy, the Clown.

Two months passed a little hard. I couldn't go out anymore but my Grandma took good care of me. I was very happy to see Mommy and Daddy again when they returned. I started sleeping with them again, and in no time I was once more chewing Mommy's hair. I like doing that a lot!

Then we all went to Auntie's house. They have five cats there. With them I didn't fight at all. I got to go out again and I had a big Birman cat visit me every day. We stayed for two weeks and I was so happy to be out again.



This is Lisa in Daddy's arms, at my Auntie's house. She was still a baby this winter.



















Here's a view from the hills around Auntie's (Great Gramma passed away so now it's Auntie's) house. It's like five kilometers on a dusty rode.

Sticky in Blue

Pretty me. Mommy did it.

Sleeping is Important

When my Mommy was working until late hours and my Daddy was also busy, I was sleeping.

I would go out, play with the three boyfriends I had - my favorite was a big black cat -, then I would come back through the window, meowing, and I would eat my food.

Then, it was nappy time.

I used to nap in Daddy's arms...

Sometimes I was so tired that I would fall asleep on the chair, while watching Daddy work.

The best napping position, thus my favorite, is this one:

Hello, I'm Sticky!

I am Sticky Baby, the furry meatball, or at least this is what my parents think.

I am three years old, but I am not sure of that either. What I do know for sure is that I am a Bucharest cat, and I've had many mommies and daddies before. I've had only a baby, which is two years old now.

I didn't like my previous owner much, not because she was a bad person - which she wasn't - but because she liked my baby more than me. I don't think baby cats and adult cats should remain together forever, and I show this by spitting at my baby.