My Foldy...My Helper!!!

I was rearranging my craft room the other night (yes...again, Trace and Viv) and Sookie decided to help me out as she felt it was bedtime and I wasn't heading in that direction. I had taken the bottom two drawers out to sort my stuff and next thing my chubby foldy squeezed her body through the gap, she thought it was a great hiding place and had a blast...my only concern was her getting out of the smallest hole (where her head is in the above photo) Sookie thought because her head fit the rest of her would too...and it did.......after alot of writhing, tugging and squeezing on her part!!!

Times Up!!!

Spent most of yesterday creating...unfortunately, I had to share my room with 3 children creating birthday cards for Zak who is 19 this week (OMG how did I end up with a 19 year old and still look so young and beautiful...LOL) anyway, by 10pm last night, Sookie had had enough and invaded my space demanding I take her (my darling sleeps with DH and I, of course...where else would she be) to bed...then she discovered how much fun a crowded craft table at 10pm can be...

Walking Wounded!!!

OMG, my poor baby - yes, Sookie, she arrived home last night, and was walking even slower than normal (who knew that was possible), she has two bald arms and when she lays down her sagging stomach...which is quite fat and usually hidden by heaps of hair, looks like a pair of butt cheeks (Narny's decription - I just happened to agree with her) and at time a pair of boobs depending on which way she is lying.
This is in complete contrast to crazy Cheeky Monkey who arrived home last year from her op, and proceeded to do laps around the lounge and over the couch and we couldn't get her to slow down even when we put her into a smaller room...in fact, it occurred to me yesterday...did I take Cheeky back to get her stitches out!!! Hmmm, not sure...but her tummy doesn't feel lumpy!

3 Lives Down!!!

Who would've thought this little cutie could get into so much trouble! We were watching American Idol Friday night (thats how we roll) when this odd scratching/not scratching thumping/not thumping noise started, I listened for a while and then wondered if it was Brandy having one of her fits (Yup, thats a whole other story), so decided to investigate. OMG, got to the bathroom door and there was Sookie fighting to keep her head above water in the bath The Wahs had run (not even very deep but deep enough for my Foldy baby)without telling us, but then abandoned. Because her legs are short and stumpy, as well she is chubby with a thick coat and completely sloth like, she would never have made it out on her own (and thats all I want to think about that). So I pulled her out - her heart was flying, she was soaked except the top of her head, and it took a good 10 minutes for her breathing to slow to normal, I dried her off and tried not to think how close she came to drowning. We have explained to the littlies that shes like a real baby (shes my baby) and so thats life number 3 (the other two were her disappearing act, and arrival by plane with crate cracked by heavy object)
Anyway, these pics are Sookie in her lounge chair...note the plush looking coat - a nice bath will do that for ya!!!

Sookie AWOL...Again!!!

Last night at 2200 hours I decided to head to bed, went to look for my baby (Sookie my cute and chubby Scottish Fold) and could I find her...NO, I searched all through the house (2x), finally at 2230 I awoke Narny to help me look outside (because I am a bit of a Sooky myself at night). We searched all around the back yard and out the front (in case by some miracle she heaved her chubby little body up and over the gate) with our flashlights and shining the laser light in all directions(you may be thinking that the neighbours must've thought we were mad...but we've been here 20 years and they KNOW we are mad).

Finally at 2255 we gave up, came inside and I told Narny to go to bed. As I sat on my bed moaning about where was my darling and how could I sleep without her, guess who appeared in the littlies doorway and plonked her furry butt on the floor - yup, she must've been hidden so far under the bed that I couldn't see her when searching.

So now Narny says I have officially earnt the title of "the crazy cat lady".

BTW my baby and I had a lovely sleep...until she started chewing my toes.

Exercise IS Bad for Your Health!!!

Narny and I are on this keep fit gig (my version), so today we headed to the park to walk a few laps and bought fish and chips for tea on the way home (told you it was my version).

Anyway, we arrived home to Da Da Da Dum (that's a really scary drum roll sound) the gate open and my baby (Sookie the Scottish Fold) GONE!!!

We spent an hour searching then had luke warm fish and chips (mmmm my favourite - please note hint of sarcasm) whilst Grandma recited stories of people who stole cats like my lovely Sookie and even worst people who stole cats like my lovely Sookie and did mean things - yup thats right luke warm fish and chips and horror stories is the fastest way to ruin my appetite!!!

So Narny and I went out for a final hunt and guess whose fat and fluffy butt I spotted racing towards a hole under the house. Sookie heard me but couldn't see me and must've thought I was one of those bad people Grandma was telling us about. I called her and that chubby little kitten did a 360 (as fast as a chubby Scottish Fold can) and raced back so quickly I thought she would bowl me over.

So we are all a happy family again...with a house that now looks like Fort Knox.

Tidbit 2 - Meet My Baby

Thats right, meet my new baby. This is Sookie (too much True Blood methinks), she is a Blue Scottish Fold and is 4 months old. I snapped the photo this morning as I couldn't put my hands on an earlier shot.

As with anything I do, Sookie's arrival was not standard. She flew to New Plymouth and I picked her up from the airport only to notice upon arrival home (and when she disappeared under the bed never to be seen again) that something had been dropped on her cage during the flight (hard enough to crack it) and that had given her major willies.

For the first week we could not go near her, make noises, move, even talking unsettled her (yup, I struggled with that one). We had to board up the base of our bed to stop her hiding all day and finally started giving her Rescue Remedy to calm her nerves (by that time I almost needed to start dosing myself as well). All that was six weeks ago and now she has really settled in, and is loved by everyone, she sleeps in our room (won't even get started on how I convinced hubby to let her do that), I bought her a lovely pink wrought iron bed, but she prefers to sleep on the floor beside me (heh, who wouldn't) or between hubby and I.