Become a fan on Facebook! www.facebook.com *Relax – the kitten did not drink cow’s milk – he drank KMR (Kitten Milk Replacer) *No, the kitten was not sick or poisoned nor was this planned, he just drank too much milk. *Yes, I know they are not really fighting, it’s just a witty title. The kittens have been shown on: The Tonight Show with Jay Leno, DJ and the Fro, Spike Tv, and more to come! Surprised Kitten
I got my kitten Mocha from my friend down the street. This was her cats second litter (all girls). My kitty was the prettiest of them all, along with the most playful and the one who sleeps the most. Her mother was a calico and her father was a yellow striped tabby cat. Ive had her since she was a bout six and a half weeks old. Since then I’ve noticed she has a strange obsession with feet, toes, and fingers. (oh and flip flops?!? lol) We’ve provided her with over the desired or needed amount of toys. My father even made her a home made scratching post!! It has little toys hanging off of it! She has a store bought scratching post, kitty cubicle, and plenty of mice toys and jingle balls. We’ve been trying the whole squirt her with water method to keep her from attacking us or from getting into things she shouldn’t, but this method doesn’t seem to work. Ive tried pressing her tongue down when she bites me and water. No matter how many times this poor cat gets soaked to the bone, she continues to do it anyways. Right now my arms, hands, feet, and legs look like road maps for the back woods part of Georgia… I don’t know what else to do. I distract her, i spray her, I’ve done everything I know how but she just doesn’t catch the idea to stop. She absolutely hates being petted. If you even act like you’re going to pet her she bites and claws you to no end. I would just like for her to stop biting because my mother is diabetic and cant have any kind of wounds/sores on her feet. Is there anything else i can do to teach mocha to stop her less than perfect behavior? AHAHAHA as I was typing this my little 500 lb lion tried to beat up our old dog :] (she’s 2.9 lbs and poundpuppy is 52 O_O ) ahaha
heres a link to my photobucket for a few pics of mocha :]
http://photobucket.com/mochamuncher
I was in school scarcely a week when at 2:30 am, my father announces that he is flying to California and divorcing my mother. My mother starts having a breakdown, and instead of staying with my mother, I don’t know why, I leave with my dad along with my little brother Daniel. I guess I just didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to change his mind. I thought perhaps if I talked to him… but no, he never listened to what I said and we were off to California. My mother had a friend come and stay with her from the Island… she was the woman with the youth group in her home. Her company seemed to help mom a little.
Anyway, I was there a few days in dad’s trailer, trying to get him to tell me when exactly things went bad. This was a surprise for me too. I tried to get him to change his mind and come home. But soon I realized he had a girlfriend, and his job was now in California. My mom needed me, and I could not miss more school, so I flew home. My brother started school in California.
When I got home I was so glad, and so was my mother and my kitty, Pooh. I started going to a Christian church there with mom and tried to be as much of a support to her as possible. But one day, mom said we could not have Pooh any longer. The landlord didn’t allow animals in the house we were living in. I begged her not to give Pooh away. I loved her so, and she loved me. She always came when I called her. She would jump out of the bushes and into my arms and lick my face like a dog would. We never had to declaw her, because she would play so gently with me. She kept her claws back, so that she could be sure not to hurt me. But my mother insisted. She found a lady in the church that we could give Pooh to, so she wouldn’t make the landlord upset. I did not like this arrangement. She had dogs, and I could tell Pooh did not like it there either. But once again, I was not given a choice. Not even for my beloved Pooh. I visited whenever I could and I could tell Pooh was very unhappy. Yet, I knew mother would not allow her back.
Daniel came back for Christmas, and put a gift under the tree for each of us… my mother and me. On Christmas day, I opened the present Daniel gave me. It was a “Simba” cat from “The Lion King” cartoon. It was orange like Pooh and by “chance” I had turned the box to where the cat was facing down. When I had opened it and saw it like that, a feeling of urgency and terror filled me. I saw a “flash” of Pooh in a box, face down.
I immediately brought the box over to my mother. "What do you see and feel when you look at this? Anything?" I said. She just kept saying "I don’t know." I then told my mother what I saw and felt. I begged her to let me get Pooh. But she told me no. She said it was Christmas and the lady caring for Pooh probably was busy with friends and family. She forbade me to go and get her. But I should not have listened. I should have taken the car keys and rescued my baby. But I forced myself to obey my mother.
The next morning, at 10 am, we got a call from the lady. My mother answered the phone. I was there listening. I could tell what was being said, and started to cry. The lady told my mother the cat had gotten outside through the front door and into the road. She was run over by a truck! We rushed over to her house. The whole time I scolded my mother for not letting me get her the day before… so what if it was Christmas!
When we arrived at her house, she showed us where she put Pooh… She had put her into a box, face down. My mother started freaking out and told the lady about what I had seen in a vision the day before. The lady seemed calm and collected and didn’t seem to believe us. Mostly all I could do was cry bitterly and uncontrollably… partly because my baby kitty was dead and partly because I knew I could have prevented it. I cried more than I slept for three nights after that, and most of my days after that for a long time.
I had been going to my school for less than 2 months when my mother announced that we were moving to California so that she could “save her marriage.” I told her it was not going to happen. I begged her and begged her to let me stay. I only had a few months of high school left! She refused. I started begging Christian friends on the Island and Christian friends close by me to let me stay with them so I could finish high school. Everyone refused. One lady on the Island, the youth group woman, who was known for taking young people in, said she would pray about it, but ultimately she refused as well.
This part comes before it:
It was too amazing to be just coincidence, in fact. I have since ceased to believe in coincidences at all. Everything in our lives “good” or “bad” have reason and meaning in our lives. We may not know the “whys” of everything until we go home to heaven. But, at least for me, knowing that even though this path through life may not be easy, I know that I am in God’s hands, and He is working everything out for good for those that love and trust Him.
My 16th Birthday had come and gone, and I still did not receive a bible. I received other gifts, but not that. Well, I kept asking my parents for it, asking, “Did you forget my bible?” And, “am I still going to get my bible?” I guess they got tired of me asking, and finally exactly a month and a day after my birthday, they presented me with a New King James Bible. It was burgundy leather bound, and had gold edges. It was beautiful. I was so happy. Then I opened it.
My father had written: Presented to our daughter, Laura Messenger from your loving parents. It was dated November 7th, 1992. He was supposed to date it for my birthday. I was a little bit disappointed, but there was no way I was going to write over it. It was fine like it was. However, I did ask my dad, “Dad, what is the significance of this day?” Even before all the words passed over my lips, I knew. God was revealing something to me. My dad simply answered, it’s the day I gave it to you Laura! He was getting a little annoyed at me… understandably. But my Heavenly father was telling me something totally different. And this time, it was not just my soul that understood, but my mind did too. Instead of confusion or frustration, everything God conveyed to me in spirit was quite clear. But now I was afraid! What He said was that day would be my own child’s birthday…and that was nice, but why was God telling me that now? As soon as the questions filled my mind, they were answered.
And many answers, I did not like. I even told my parents what God was telling me. Although they humored me with “oh, maybe.” or “Yeah, well maybe that will be your wedding day.” But God told me an emphatic NO to that one. I could not understand it! I was only 16! I was a virgin! I would never be immoral or anything and I first wanted to go to Bible College and then on a mission before I would even think about boys! I could not conceive of getting married at least until my mid 20′s, and besides, why did God show me this date in my bible and say it had any significance? I tried to push the supernatural information away. I tried to tell myself I was imagining it. But He still came through, and told me it would happen sooner than I realize or would wish.
But was I to have only one child when I was married? It was after all, only one date. God clearly told me, that I would only have one. I asked Him, why? Am I going to die, is my husband going to die? Will I be…? I could not utter it, but I was thinking… raped? I could feel God was trying to be careful what He said, so as to not upset me too much. He told me, quote: “It will be at a time and in a way not of your choosing.” All of a sudden, I was so very upset and afraid, I almost dropped the bible. I was shaking uncontrollably. I tried to convince myself it was only my imagination.
That nothing like that would happen and nothing bad would happen to me, or anyone close to me. There was other information too, about my health connected with the bible date, as one of the reasons I would only have one child. I even voiced the words. “Cancer?!” I could not believe this would be true. Maybe I was just scared because of what was currently happening with my grandmother as she was recently diagnosed with cancer. This was all so very upsetting, however, God knew what I was thinking and feeling and calmed me with His Spirit, like only He could do. He told me not to be afraid and to forget about it for now. I felt so at peace in His loving presence, I did relax and I did forget…but that, I later realized, did not take away the fact that what He said, would someday indeed happen.
**Thanks to all of you. I do plan to publish it, but I don’t know how I can do so under "non fiction" even though my book is a true story, I don’t think anyone will believe me. Should I write it as fiction?
I have a sweet feral kitty she is always nice. But she is very nervous and skidish most of the time. She will sit and sleep next to me until I move then she freaks out and runs. Except when she’s in heat. Then she is very friendly, loving and wants me to pet her all the time. I’m afraid if I get her spayed she’ll hate me and never come out from under the bed again.
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