Hi, everyone! My name is Joey,
and I’m the newest addition to Jennifer’s extended family.
Being Jennifer’s grand-kitten and knowing how much she loves all things feline, I happily agreed to visit her blog today.
Here I am getting acquainted with Ginger, my new big sister. At first she was a little standoff-ish, but she is warming up to me now. I catch her gazing at me often, like she’s trying to figure me out.
I also catch her sleeping in the little bed my human sister made for me. That’s okay though, because my favourite place to sleep is on a cuddly lap.
Here, I’m enjoying a wee cat nap at the summer-house in Lead Cove.
Such a rough life it’s going to be. . . *sigh*
Thanks for dropping by to meet me, peeps and pets.
I leave you with my favourite quote:
“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” – Leonardo da Vinci
Bye for now!
Photo credits: Jennifer took the one in the tiger-print blanket. Joey’s new mom Denise took the rest.
I am quiet, domesticated
yet fiercely independent.
I pad silently about my domain
at an easy, unhurried pace.
I seem harmless, affectionate
even submissive as I bask
in a warm patch of sunlight.
When ego dictates
I mingle happily among people,
eager, impatient, hungry for attention.
Yet most of the time
I am too proud, too aloof to be touched.
I enjoy when they stroke my sleekness,
pamper me, spoil me as I purr
but my preference for solitude
always wins out.
I like to belong, feel secure in the love of others
and yet will be owned by no one.
And if anyone or anything threatens
A startling transformation will occur.
This quietly domestic, submissive little creature
will turn feral,
will arch, spit, scratch
to defend what she cares about,
with no thought of consequence.
The havoc I wreak
when talons are drawn and teeth are bared
you will not soon forget.
And somehow, no matter how hard the fight or
how far the fall, I land on my feet.
I am a survivor.Maybe it’s true.
A cat really does have nine lives.
Do you think you have a cat personality? Or is there another animal you identify with?