~Updated December 2004~
My name is Lacey and I was adopted by my human family when I
was very small. You can see how tiny I was in the first picture
below. My siblings and I had been dropped off at the Humane
Society when we were only about 3 weeks old. When I first came
home with Jerry (aka dad), Lisa (aka mom) and Michael, I had a
nasty cold and they treated me like a little baby…cuddling me
all night long…feeding me. I loved it!! Except when they forced that yucky
medicine down my throat. I did not like that much!
~More to come as time goes by...~
When I was 7 months old, we moved to a different house. At first
I was scared because everything was so different but once I got
used to it, it was great! There are so many places to hide and
a huge picture window behind the couch where I can lay and watch
the birds. I can also watch for mom to come home from work.
When I see the car, I run to the door and wait for her to come
in. I am so excited to see her and I just know she is
going to give me some of that great smelling tuna soft food too!
Yum!!! On the days when mom doesn’t work, I try to guilt her
into giving me the food earlier by following her around the
house and just looking at her with pleading eyes (sometimes
meowing just a bit), but most of the time it does not work.
I love to hang out with my family and follow them everywhere.
I try to climb into their lap whenever I can or just watch
them when they are working on something. Sometimes I even
pitch in and help. Especially if there are paper clips or
anything small like that involved because I love those! I like
to sleep in a lot of neat positions and sometimes I will even lay
upside down and look at them when I am awake to get attention.
My family thinks I am so cute when I do that. :-)
I get kind of nervous when other humans outside my family
come to visit. I am not always sure if they are going to
hurt me or not, so I just watch them for a while before I
get too close. Sometimes they come at me right away and that
is a sure sign that they are going to do me harm so I tend to
avoid those humans until they quit paying attention to me. Then
I will sneak up on them and check them out.
Life was pretty good and things were usually calm at our house
until a little over a year ago. I will always remember the day
that the new kitten arrived. My family named him Rambo and he
was a little terror! Well at least that is what I thought at
the time. I was so scared of him. He never stayed still and he
smelled funny. I stayed as far away from him as I could but he kept
sneaking up on me anyway. The first time he snuck behind the
curtain near my water dish and peaked at me, I nearly jumped
two feet straight in the air! He would slowly sneak up to me
everywhere I went until he saw me look at him and then the
little fart had the gall to act like he was not even paying
attention to me. It fooled me at first, but I learned. Then
after he had been with us for a few days, he actually started
chasing me around until my family would stop him. Finally after
keeping a close eye on him for a couple of weeks, I decided
that he could not hurt me after all and maybe he would be fun
to play with. I mean he was smaller than my family and we could
wrestle around for real. I tried it and it was fun! I have
some pretty fancy moves now and can take him down when I want
too. Sometimes after I get tired though he keeps trying to
play. He is young you know and does not always take the hint,
so I usually have to hiss at him to make him understand that
I am done playing for the moment. Of course, I also have the
"safe box" to rely on. My mom has this nice wooden box with some
pretty painting on the front that I can jump on when Rambo is chasing me.
Once I am there, he leaves me alone.
My family thinks that I have strange tastes when it comes to
food. I do not like milk or cheese like most other cats. But
I love to eat any kind of crackers, different kinds of chips,
yogurt and sweet things. Oh yeah, I REALLY love green olives! I am
not sure why, but the minute my family opens a jar...I am there!
When I was little, I even liked fruit. They only give me tiny,
tiny pieces though because I am suppose to only have food made
Over the years, I have learned subtle ways to let my family know
what I want. Like when our water or food bowl is empty, if I just
sit by it and quietly stare at them, they will eventually get the
hint that I want them filled. I have even been known to sit in my
water dish in the corner and quietly wait for somebody to notice.
Of course, I love to be inside things anyway. I love boxes, paper
bags, clothes baskets, scrub buckets, and anything that allows a cat
like me crawl into it. Sometimes I don't fit very well, but who cares
if part of me is hanging out, right??
All in all, I am a very content cat. I live in a nice home with a
family who loves me. I even like having Rambo living with us now.
Life is good. :-)