She Demands All

Mazie must have Siamese in her. She meows constantly. When you get her to sleep you can see the triangular shape of her face. She demands everyone's food. When we walk into the kitchen she races to meet us there - just in case there may be food. I want to know how she understands people food. I ate some cheetoes last night and she lost her mind. When I brushed her away and touched my shirt - she decided to try and suck the cheetoe cheese off my shirt. But I am having lots of fun with her. We especially enjoy watching her try and get to Q's food. She has absolutely no fear of him - he will be eating and she will sneak her paw into his bowl and grab out a piece of canned food. Then carry it to her plate of cat food. Any other dog and she would be part of dinner.

Then there is the matter of Charlie - he seems to really enjoy her on top of his cage and gets upset when she leaves. That is until she gets older and decides he is food too. For now, she is still more interested in the dangling toys. Let's hope her interests stay there!

Hoping to get some sleep tonight. Still like having a toddler in the house. We are tired! She may go back to the cat room tonight!

Mazie Discovers Charlie

The name is settled. Mazie - shortened for Amazing Grace. I ended up singing it to her last night again to calm her down during a storm and she settled in and slept in my arms. Amazing Grace soothes her. Maybe because the song soothes me. For too many reasons, she just is not "Grace" or "Gracie", but Mazie fits her. She has a bad case of the kitten crazies. She runs around like a banshee! She meows / talks all the time and is always asking for food. She has identified the kitchen with canned cat food and thinks she should get it each time we walk in there. I am trying to explain what the meaning of hard food is.

Then she discovered how to get on top of Charlie's cage. She likes the hanging toys Alan put in there. The first time she stood against it Charlie put his little paws on the cage and nosed her back. Now she just heads straight to the top of the cage. We have to find a way to keep her off before she gets bigger. She is sure full of energy.

Poor Neffie doesn't know if she is coming or going. Mazie chases her around the house and Neffie has refined her hissing to a new evil long drawn out tone. It stops Mazie in mid double-leg up prance. Hopefully we'll catch a picture. For now, Mazie spends her nights in the green room for her own protection, but when we are home she gets the run of the house - and we get some exercise. Stay tuned for further.

She Has A Name - Sorta

Finding a name has been tough. We went through Indie (Independence Day) - but that really did not suit her. She has the kitten crazies, but loves people. So next we tried a variety of names, none of which fit. That left us Zoe and Winnie. We settled on Winnie for about 8 hours. Then Kevin came to visit and she is Lil Roo. Roo fits her perfectly, the only problem is we call Q "puppa-roos" and he comes when we call Roo. Maybe she will learn her name that way. We call her, he comes. But then Alyssa weighed in. Alyssa said we can't call her Roo - Q is the one and only Roo (and Lil Roo is a boy in the Winnie The Pooh books anyway - didn't I know anything). So we are now stuck between Winnie and Pepsi. Leaning towards Pepsi. We should have a firm settlement by tomorrow morning - but I am not holding my breath.

She has settled in. She does not like being confined to the Winnie The Pooh room anymore. It is her comfort zone - but she really wants out into the living areas. She is quite small for her age. They found her Mid-April so that puts her at 10-12 weeks old. But at just 2.1 pounds and very thin and lanky, she needs to get some weight on her before next shots in 3 weeks. She loves Q's food and the plan to feed everyone together is working - so well - that she won't eat in her bedroom. Q still has a little of the chase instinct going on - and Neffie is just permanently in a bad state of mind. She finally ate with her last night, then proceeded to hiss and growl at the kitten during the last bites of dinner. This morning Neffie refused to eat breakfast with her at al. So adjustment is coming slowly. She loves to chew cords. I have her room all unplugged except for 2 necessary plugs and there is stuff in front of them. I need to pick up bitter apple before she can have the run of the house. She is very persistent - with very sharp teeth. I hope it works!