LAZ: Today is my 6th Birfday. I am happy to have it. When I was younger, I never expected to see it. But I was rescued from A Bad Place, kept in a different house and then a different room fer a while, and found a home as one of The Mews. An I admit I haven't been the Best Cat there. I have troubles...
I still struggle with fears and angries and forget to be all good and nice sometimes. But this is the best place I've ever been. And I'm doing the best I can do here.
One time, I was living in hell-home.
It took all I could do, to survive.
There were bad dogs
And, there were some bad kiddies too.
It was hard to just to get through the day
And wait for the night,
Where I could hide.
But a new day then would start.
Hiding, I always was hiding,
When the dogs came around,
I would hiss and show claws...
Avoiding all the bad things
And the children,
They thought that I was merely a toy,
So I hid from them
And their cruel joy.
Then, one day I was rescued.
By the person who first raised me
And discovered my troubles,
And took me back home.
But I couldn't stay there,
She had some sweet kittens
Who needed homes of their own,
And I was too mean to stay there.
One day, some old guy called The Big Thing
Called the woman while searching
For a Tonkinese cat.
She said no, but...
She had (me) this half-Siamese who was
Troubled and stressed, She said
"If you try him, You might be
The best hope he has".
So I came here
Fearing the end of my days
And was locked up
In a room.
I was fearful,
But he talked to me lots,
And I smelled no bad doggies
Nor children, those brats.
One day, the door finally opened,
I was free to walk out
To a house with no doggies or kids
But 3 other cats in the house.
I had never experienced other kitties
It was bit of a shock
I had smelled them of course
But never a look.
I've had problems adapting,
I didn't grow up really well.
But I'm trying my best.
And most days are good.
And this place is a dream
Even when I mess now and then.
I try my best.
And I hope I stay here...
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I started by saying I never thought I'd live to 6. But I have. For me, that seems like a wunnerful life. Each change in my life has been better.
I have a big back yard ta run around in, good foods, kind attention, and good places ta nap each day safely. "Safe" is real important to me. I didn't have much when I was a kitten.
And the other Mews are kind to me (even if I kinna go crazy now an then). And I get to sleep calmly against TBT most nights. I sometimes think I don't deserve either, but I sure appreciate it...
I just wish those bad memories would go away and let me be nicer but they don't. TBT says they may someday. Even after a few years now, they come around in my head and upset me.
Please go away, demons, and let me find peace...
TBT: Laz has reached 6, and there have been some doubts if he would. His inner-demons are less than when he arrived, but they are still there. Sometimes he is at peace for a few weeks. And then they come out in his mind again.
He is free from bad dogs and grabby children, and that helps. But he has never quite adjusted to other cats either. I can tell he tries his best. Mostly, he is Very Good. He does the usual cat things like sniffing butts and noses.
But he doesn't do others. Wand toys are just strings to chew. Toys don't mean a thing to him. He doesn't like my lap. He doesn't like playing. He hates being held.
I do what I can. He does like sleeping next to me. He is very attached to me generally inside the house and out. He is happy to be around me. He jumps to eye-level, wanting strokes and attention. And he gets plenty of it.
He is very pushy about it against me in bed, but I allow it as long as possible. And sometimes a slight movement on my part relieves the push and keeps him "close enough" to stay happy. He is on the bed almost every night.
And he talks to me constantly. He is half Siamese and aside from the utter blue eyes, he has the vocalization habit. We talk often. Sometimes, I think he understands my words more than Marley and Lori do. His name is not one of those words though. Calling his name doesn't get even an ear-twitch.
So he is 6 now. It may be a hard more 10 or so years. Or it may get better; I don't know. But he loves me and I love him as he relates to me. I hope that age and calmness will cause him to adjust better.
Happy 6th birthday Laz! Rest peacefully today and enjoy the treats you will get at dinner!
