I am Gracee, the oldest. I was born in March 2011; I am a straight-eared Scottish Fold -- orange, cute and fluffy. But just because I am cute and just less than 8 pounds, doesn’t mean that I am a push over. I tell the others what to do….hssss…spat. I have to be fearsome so they respect me. And they do, they respect me. Really. Now when it comes to people….red alert! If they might be ok, I sit at the top of the second floor stairs and watch them; but if they aren’t ok, I dive under the bed covers and wait until the danger has exited. View Gracee's Posts.
I'm in my favorite downstairs nap-&-hide spot called "Catty Stacks." There's one upstairs too. Big brothers can't pester me here. See the 7/25/14 post,'The Great Box Battle.' Spirit lost to Sophee!! The next post is "Catty Stacks" preassembled.
See my safety collar with my ID & Microchip tags? My ID tag has my phone # & Auntie Sharon's. If I lose my safety collar, I hope a vet/shelter will scan me & send me home. Click on the 'Microchip' article to the right.
See? We ALL groom after our dry food treat. That's me under the dining room chair, Spirit near the stairs and Sophee on the stairs. I don't know where Inkee-Bear is. Knowing him, he's still in the kitchen, scarfing up the last of our treats. Read Meowmuh's MEW 'N NEWS Article on grooming.
Meowmuh says I have a serious case of displacement behavior because I groom so much. She thinks I'm too anxious. You would be too if you had to keep my younger sibs in line! Read her MEWS 'N NEWS Article on "Grooming."
I watch everyone & everything. I still look for my first, favorite & only older brother, Tigger. Meowmuh says he was SO sick & had to 'cross over the bridge.' Read Meowmuh's Mews 'N News Article: "Cancer: Mast Cell Tumors."
Here is Tigger, patiently trying to groom. Neck cones make it hard to eat, drink, groom, meow, walk, sleep...everything. Click on Meowmuh's article "Neck Cones" in MEWS 'N NEWS. A must read if your cat has to be 'coned.'
My big brother, Tigger, looks so sad! It's hard to come down the stairs with that 'thing' around his neck. He just had his third tumor removed. He lived 5 more years. He taught me important stuff like when & where to hide. I miss him.
You see me in the box because I am the eldest and in charge. I investigate everything that comes into our house. After all, investigating is a feline's instinctive and mandatory obligation. Everyone knows that. Right?
It is midnight. Inkee and I are rolling around on the carpet near Meowmuh's office chair. We are helping her write on her cat-puter. Oh, oh, something is wrong with my eye. It hurts! I stop playing and sit by Meowmuh's chair. I try to look up at her but I can't see very well. Meowmuh looks down at me..