Kaia!

Kaia! The biography of a good little BADKITTY!

Hi, my name is Kaia and my name means Ocean in Hawaiian and Earth in Celtic. This is a picture of me on my first day in my new home. My current mommy got me in November of 2002, and I've lived here ever since. My grammy found me in a box on a rainy day in front of a pet store and picked me out from the group of me and my kitten sibs. She knew I was the best one and her daughter (my new mommy) really really needed a cat so she got me for her to take care of.

This is a picture of me after having lived in my new home for awhile, I am napping because I feel safe. I don't look nearly as scared as I did in that last picture do I? In fact, I think I look downright cute. My mommy had a really hard time coming up with a name for me, she almost named me Agatha! I could have been a Terra too because she said I was a Terror, I didn't think that was very nice so I didn't respond when she called me that. Another name she thought about was Sage but then she made some mean comment about I was too dumb to be a Sage. Sheesh. Little did she know I was smarter than her and I proved it by stealing her trolls from her and hiding them when she wasn't looking. Anyway, she finally found the name Kaia and I liked it, so I let her name me that. I didn't tell her what my real secret kitty name was but maybe someday I will.

Here I am on my very first "New Year's Eve" whatever that is. All I know is that I needed to protect myself as best I could from the falling debris of the bombs going off, I think they call them fireworks or something. All I know is they are very loud and very very annoying. I don't know why humans like holidays anyway, the only holiday worth celebrating is a full moon or the day the ducks come back.

One of the low-lights of my life so far has been getting my parts ripped out (in February 2003), also known as "spaying". I had to wear this stupid hat for a really long time, and it made it really hard for me to eat my pain patch, which I have to admit was quite tasty and made me feel really really good.

One of my most favorite things to do is hunt, I will hunt almost anything that moves: birds, bugs, plants, grass, mushrooms, dryer lint, window blinds, mommy's feet, air .... Sometimes I catch things too, like that time I caught a live birdie and brought it into the house as a gift for my mommy. She really really liked that, so much that she danced around with a fuzzy mop thing and tickled the birdie with it. But I guess the birdie didn't like it because he flew away so after a couple of days of hunting I got another one! My mommy was happy with me!

In July 2003, I ran away from home. Well, I didn't really mean to, but it was a hot day and I was hot and I tried to find a nice cool spot to sleep and I guess I napped too long because I forgot to come home and then it was dark and I was scared. I did manage to make it home though, but it was very traumatic and I still have nightmares sometimes about dogs.

In early 2004 I met another neighborhood cat named BUTCH and he is my best friend now. We play paw-paw under the fence and he likes to eat the catnip out of the pot in my yard, in fact, he introduced me to the joys of catnip! I didn't like it at first but one day my mommy was drying some in the dehydrator and it smelled so good I couldn't resist it and I started to fall in love with the dehydrator. Then I came to my senses.

In 2007, my bestest friend BUTCH moved away. I was so very, very sad, for now I wouldn't have any playmates in the neighborhood except that big bully tabby tomcat who likes to chase me around. I don't like him. Hopefully I'll find another cat friend who likes to play paw-paw under the fence. Until then, I'll just follow my mommy around everywhere and beg for attention or a new kitten to play with or something.

Near the end of 2007, I got very sick, my kidneys were failing and I didn't want to eat or drink anything. My mommy took me to the emergency vet because she was afraid I was going to die. I was so sick I didn't even mind going to the vet. The next morning she took me to my own vet, and that made me feel better, because I knew him, he was the one who first saw me when I was a tiny kitten, and he said I had a pretty face. I like him. At the vet's they did all kinds of nasty tests, and took x-rays, which I didn't like, but I hoped it would make me better so I put up with it. They also stuck me full of needles and pumped water into me so I got all lumpy and sore. I didn't like that at all and I wanted to go home. I was so mad at them, I growled, and I never growl. But then my mommy came back to my cage to get me out (I scared the vet techs with my big growl!) and I purred and was happy again, because my mommy loves me. We got to go home, and my mommy took good care of me, and even though she stuck me with needles and pumped water into me which made me all lumpy, it was OK, because I knew she was only doing it to make me well. She gave me kitty snuggles the whole time though, so that made it not hurt as much. Finally, after a couple weeks I got better and now I'm back to my normal naughty self again! But my mommy doesn't let me go outside anymore, except on my leash with her. But that's OK because that way I won't get sick again.

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	Hi, my name is Kaia and my name means Ocean in Hawaiian and Earth in Celtic. This is a picture of me on my first day in my new home. My current mommy got me in November of 2002, and I've lived here ever since. My grammy found me in a box on a rainy day in front of a pet store and picked me out from the group of me and my kitten sibs. She knew I was the best one and her daughter (my new mommy) really really needed a cat so she got me for her to take care of.

This is a picture of me after having lived in my new home for awhile, I am napping because I feel safe. I don't look nearly as scared as I did in that last picture do I? In fact, I think I look downright cute. My mommy had a really hard time coming up with a name for me, she almost named me Agatha! I could have been a Terra too because she said I was a Terror, I didn't think that was very nice so I didn't respond when she called me that. Another name she thought about was Sage but then she made some mean comment about I was too dumb to be a Sage. Sheesh. Little did she know I was smarter than her and I proved it by stealing her trolls from her and hiding them when she wasn't looking. Anyway, she finally found the name Kaia and I liked it, so I let her name me that. I didn't tell her what my real secret kitty name was but maybe someday I will.

	Here I am on my very first "New Year's Eve" whatever that is. All I know is that I needed to protect myself as best I could from the falling debris of the bombs going off, I think they call them fireworks or something. All I know is they are very loud and very very annoying. I don't know why humans like holidays anyway, the only holiday worth celebrating is a full moon or the day the ducks come back.

One of the low-lights of my life so far has been getting my parts ripped out (in February 2003), also known as "spaying". I had to wear this stupid hat for a really long time, and it made it really hard for me to eat my pain patch, which I have to admit was quite tasty and made me feel really really good.

	One of my most favorite things to do is hunt, I will hunt almost anything that moves: birds, bugs, plants, grass, mushrooms, dryer lint, window blinds, mommy's feet, air .... Sometimes I catch things too, like that time I caught a live birdie and brought it into the house as a gift for my mommy. She really really liked that, so much that she danced around with a fuzzy mop thing and tickled the birdie with it. But I guess the birdie didn't like it because he flew away so after a couple of days of hunting I got another one! My mommy was happy with me!

In July 2003, I ran away from home. Well, I didn't really mean to, but it was a hot day and I was hot and I tried to find a nice cool spot to sleep and I guess I napped too long because I forgot to come home and then it was dark and I was scared. I did manage to make it home though, but it was very traumatic and I still have nightmares sometimes about dogs.

	In early 2004 I met another neighborhood cat named BUTCH and he is my best friend now. We play paw-paw under the fence and he likes to eat the catnip out of the pot in my yard, in fact, he introduced me to the joys of catnip! I didn't like it at first but one day my mommy was drying some in the dehydrator and it smelled so good I couldn't resist it and I started to fall in love with the dehydrator. Then I came to my senses.

In 2007, my bestest friend BUTCH moved away. I was so very, very sad, for now I wouldn't have any playmates in the neighborhood except that big bully tabby tomcat who likes to chase me around. I don't like him. Hopefully I'll find another cat friend who likes to play paw-paw under the fence. Until then, I'll just follow my mommy around everywhere and beg for attention or a new kitten to play with or something.

	Near the end of 2007, I got very sick, my kidneys were failing and I didn't want to eat or drink anything. My mommy took me to the emergency vet because she was afraid I was going to die. I was so sick I didn't even mind going to the vet. The next morning she took me to my own vet, and that made me feel better, because I knew him, he was the one who first saw me when I was a tiny kitten, and he said I had a pretty face. I like him. At the vet's they did all kinds of nasty tests, and took x-rays, which I didn't like, but I hoped it would make me better so I put up with it. They also stuck me full of needles and pumped water into me so I got all lumpy and sore. I didn't like that at all and I wanted to go home. I was so mad at them, I growled, and I never growl. But then my mommy came back to my cage to get me out (I scared the vet techs with my big growl!) and I purred and was happy again, because my mommy loves me. We got to go home, and my mommy took good care of me, and even though she stuck me with needles and pumped water into me which made me all lumpy, it was OK, because I knew she was only doing it to make me well. She gave me kitty snuggles the whole time though, so that made it not hurt as much. Finally, after a couple weeks I got better and now I'm back to my normal naughty self again! But my mommy doesn't let me go outside anymore, except on my leash with her. But that's OK because that way I won't get sick again.