Well, I found a new home…

Hi, it’s Mimi here… some of you have been asking about me. I even heard through the catnipvine that one of the volunteers (Victoria) said I was ‘lost in the storm,’ ha! Like Mimi would ever get lost, give me a break! It seems everyone at ARNO’s shelter, my home from when I was a wild (feral) girl and nursed so many kittens for those ARNO peeps, thought I was Evil Kenevil or something… About three times I got a dog to pick me up and shake me around…no blood, so not to worry. (It was pretty scary though…and my own fault for jumping in their face to greet them.) Also I had an awful habit of laying in the street on that oh-so-warm pavement, and hell, what was I supposed to do when a tractor trailer came barrelling down the street… he had plenty of room to go around me always!

Soooo… much to my dismay (and Penny’s delight) I was shipped to Charlotte’s house. I was kinda upset because she comes in so late and has so many other animals to pet and say ‘hello’ to… but once I was here for a while (been about a month now) I realized what a fun place this is! All the dogs, all eleven of them, actually like cats!!!! So I can rub up on them anytime and they don’t do anything… one of them, this idiot border collie named Snoop pokes me every once in a while. But the other cats told me he does that to whomever comes in that is new…

But I sit on the window in the morning and watch about 120 pigeons come and get their meal… that’s after my breakfast… Ed gets up realllll early and feeds us all. I saw that fatso Ralphie here, too. Remember him, he’s the feral cat that all of a sudden decided it was a much better deal being friendly…I wondered what had happened to him. He’s at her house, too… along with a whole bunch of other cats , too. I particularly like one old orange tabby, Zack, that plays with me… hell, I didn’t think those old toms had it in them to play like that. (Think he’s going through a second adolescence, if you ask me.)

But all in all, I actually like it here. We don’t go outside, even though from the window I see there is a really nice fish pond back there and some nice plants and lots of birds!!! Charlotte told me that once we are here for a few months we can go out but only supervised. Ralph told me not to buck the system… plenty to eat (God, is he fat now! they should change his name to Gordo!), lots of stuff to do including chase a mouse every once in a while, comfortable spots to sleep both in cat beds and on beds… we also have our own special room that the dogs are not allowed in… that way we can rest and know we won’t be disturbed. Not bad at all.

Hey, Penny! Guess you’re glad I’m gone, eh? I heard you were getting a little chubby, old girl. And Charlotte told me you pretty much live in the volunteer guest room… unlike I, who have kept my svelte physique to be able to pounce in a split second on anything I want! Penny, wish you were here… but only for a visit. I just got the whole thing organized so I am the top bee-yatch around… just the way I like it. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.