My name is Rosie. Sometimes my mom calls me Rosie B or Bebe. Sometimes in the morning I’ll talk to her in the kitchen and she’ll laugh and say I am an angry bee. I don’t understand that – I’m a cat, not a bee. Plus, I’m not angry at all – I just want to remind her that I like my breakfast in the morning!
My mom is always telling me how pretty I am, so I must look pretty good! I am a calico, with a white tummy and legs and orange and brown and black on my back and tail. I like to keep myself clean at all times. The lady vet tech said I had pretty green eyes. I can only see out of one, though; I had an accident before I met my mom. No accidents since!
I did have to get some stitches and these awful metal things, though. They’re on my tummy. The vet gave them to me – he’s very nice, but I could do without them! At first it was hard to lay down, and I felt really funny, like my legs didn’t work quite right. My mom kept petting me and saying, “Oh, my little Bee.” The next day I felt a little better. I still have the stitches, but I can lay down now and my legs seem to work normal again. Mom’s been giving me lots of yummy new foods, which is nice! I especially liked the rotisserie chicken and the extra-gravy food.
I like to lay on my mom when she’s home. Nothing like getting right up into her face, haha. I also like headbutting people. I like tummy rubs and pets, but I am not a big fan of the brush. I also don’t like it when my mom looks at my nails and says I have to go the the beauty shop. (That’s when she trims my nails.) I put up with it pretty well, though. Plus, my mom gives me a treat afterward.
Whew, this was tiring! I’m going to take a catnap now. Until we meow again,
Headbutts and rubs,