Has It Been Two Years Already?

That was me, 2 years ago, about a day after I moved into my new forever home. Don't I look scared to death?
Yep, as of about 8:30-ish tonight, it'll be two years since that foster lady brought me over, put me in this strange, short lady's arms. I stayed in her arms for about a minute, then I ran off and hid behind the sofa! I was a scaredy cat all right!
It also has been about two years and about 2-3 days since that mean man tried to shoot me. His mother had broken her hip and had to move in with her son, and the other son was gonna take me out and shoot me! Well, they say everyone has a hero, mine was a nice foster lady who took me in for the weekend.
Then, Linda, the foster lady, met my now-Mistress' friend Jennifer at the chiropractor's office. Jen had had Lyndi, the guide dog with her, so they started talking about pets and Linda mentioned me, about how I am so shy and docile and she had to pet me to get me to eat. Well, Jen mentioned Mistress, who was looking for another cat to share her home with, I guess Squeakers just wasn't enough.
She wanted to go to Petsmart's adoption fair thing, but started to feel nervous, like it just wasn't right, not the right time or situation, and also, the driver taking them had had a flat tire! So Jen, knowing that Mistress wanted a new kitty, mentioned it to Linda and Linda gave Jen her number and Jen emailed Mistress.
When Mistress got home from work and looked at her emails, she was kinda of paralyzed. She calls it "fate". She stared at the words for fifteen minutes and then before she knew it, she felt herself pick up the phone, she felt like another "force" was guiding her to that decision, now we all know why. Because Squeakers wouldn't live that long and Mistress needed a kitty, and it would give me a year and a half to get used to her and my new home before I could take over as Alpha Cat.
Actually it only took four months! By the end of the summer of '07 I was bossing Squeakers around and giving her what for if she didn't obey, and bapping her on the nose for no reason!
Anyway, Linda wasn't home when she first called, so Mistress left a message. Linda called back about an hour later, but she couldn't bring me over yet, there was only one car and it seemed her husband had it. Anyway, by 7:30, Linda called back and said she was on her way.
Mistress had only the one litterbox and food dish and also the water fountain, so she had Linda bring my old box with her, plus my favorite Alley Cat food, some goat's milk (I love that) and some clay litter.
Mistress could hear me coming as soon as Linda and I got off the elevator! She thought "That must be my new kitty!" and she met us at the door.
When I met Squeakers. . .well, there was a whole lotta hissin' goin' on! I mean, two female cats in one little apartment? HISSSSS!!!
So when I came out from behind the sofa, after Linda had left, I ran right from the sofa to under the bed! I rarely came out for food and potty breaks for the next few days. . actually, for the next couple months!
At first, Mistress had to pet me to get me to eat, The closed-off bedroom was my area, the food, water and litterbox were in there. The next day she left for work, leaving the bedroom door open for Squeakers and me to get used to each other, but of course, Squeakers thought my food was hers and the litterbox was hers also!
What a brat!
After work, she went to Petsmart to get me my own dishes and kept the door to the bedroom closed for awhile.
The night that I came, Mistress woke bolt upright at 3:30 a.m and started to worry about me! She was so concerned because I wouldn't come out from under the bed, and she was excited that she had a new kitty. . .she was unfortunately up for the day.
The second night she was pooped. After work and a trip to Petsmart she wanted to spend some time with me, and Squeakers alike. So first she took some books out of her room, books about cats, and read about Siamese cats, she'd never had one before. Then around 9:30 she came in to my area and flopped down on the bed, exhausted. After I realized Squeakers wasn't going to be there, I hopped up on the bed and cuddled with her, and I started to knead!
Oh she was so thrilled! If a human could purr, she would've been purring! Oh it took some time and patience, but I came out of my shell a little each day.
Mother's Day was a problem though. Mother's Day was about five days after I came. Mistress was wondering what to do about me, she wanted to spend the weekend at her Mom's house. So she kept me in the bedroom, but she kept the door open. . .that wasn't a good idea! Jennifer came up to see that we had enough food and to see me, but I wouldn't come out, and she was concerned that Squeakers, the little piggy, was eating all my food, so she closed the bedroom door.
That summer I spent a lot of time in that bedroom, the only bedroom, and we just had to adjust to each other, Mistress too. She kept moving my litterbox around and I thought it should be in the bathroom, so I began to pee on her nice fluffy rug in the bathroom! She got really frustrated, but she just wanted to please me too. Finally she took the rug out and put the litterbox in the bathroom. Oh, it still moves around, the room is so small that she has to move it back into the bedroom when she takes a shower. Sometimes, like today, when she has to use her litterbox,s he walks in on me using my litterbox! Today I had to go so bad I didn't care who was there!
Mistress loves me so much, she can talk to me, she loves it when I knead, she loves it when I sit on her lap, let's face it, when she looks at me her heart melts!
She calls me her "soul mate" and says "Squeakers was my pal, Sandy is my lover."
Whatever that means!