My story so far... Part 1

Today is the first day of the rest of my life! The new people seem to have gone through one of the doors that I'm not allowed to go through and this is the longest I've been on my own since they brought me here. I think it's called 'New Home'.

I've decided to keep a diary because I'm already forgetting things and I'm only 10 and a half weeks old. Also, the people keep saying things like 'Well, it's only for the next few weeks, until he's had his jabs.' and 'He's already too big for his litter tray!'. I don't know what it all means but things seem to change pretty fast around here so I need to keep track. It's a bit scary... where's Squonk? (he's my favourite green soft toy, with mad orange hair - the new lady people said he reminds her of her brother, so I think I'll like him - and something called 'catnip', which makes me go a bit crazy but in a good way). He was in the basket with my snuggly brown blanket when they brought me to New Home on Friday the 9th of October 2009. He makes me feel secure. I'm not sure if he's my most favourite thing in the whole world though. That might be the little blue spongey ball that sticks to my claws and that I carry like a pretend baby kitten in my mouth. Like my mum used to carry me, when I was really tiny and before I could see... I play 'fetch' with it for the people and they love it! They keep saying 'Oh Forrest (that's one of my names but I'll get back to that or I'll forget what I was saying)... 'Oh Forrest, you're so funny. He thinks he's a dog. We should video him and make lots of money on 'Animals do the funniest things'.' I'm not sure how I feel about that, whatever it is. The last time money changed hands I found myself in a basket with Squonk. I got bounced around a lot and it was quite noisy and when I got out of the basket I felt really frightened and lost, and I was here, and I haven't seen my old people since. Or my mum.

When the new people talk about my mum they always look at me in a funny way and go all soppy with me and get cry-y eyes. I haven't seen her since the money day, when they came to see me in Kent and drank coffee and laughed with my old people. I didn't like the new people much but I wrestled with my mum who was, with hindsight (I don't get that word 'cos I don't have eyes in my bottom, but I know what it means), getting a bit irritated with me by then really, but it made them laugh and they seemed to like me. The lady people said she felt awful taking me away from my mum but the old people explained how my mum was getting a bit tired now, and if we stayed together we wouldn't get on, and then she felt better. She spends a lot of time with cry-y eyes when she's around me, and her nose goes red, but I don't think it's an allergy, which is good. She picks me up and squishes and cuddles me a lot, which brings tears to MY eyes, but I don't mind too much - I'm just glad she's not ill. I like him - he's more laid back and not so needy. I'm only a kitten and I'm still learning.

I had a dream about my mum the other day, I think it was the Sunday after I arrived. Lady people was sitting on the sofa watching something called 'Friends' (apparently it was a repeat but I don't know which one) and I had curled myself up on the snuggly brown blanket next to her (it seems to turn up everywhere, which is a relief really). I was in a deep dreamy sleep and suddenly I was back with my mum, just me, none of the other kittens were there, and I was having a lonnnng long drink of milk from my mum - boy was I thirsty and it was so comforting, I was drinking and drinking and I didn't want it to end! And then I think I woke myself up making suckling drinking noises. I blinked a bit and slowly realised where I was, and when I looked up at lady she was looking down at me with big cry-y eyes; I really thought she was going to go this time. I think she knew.

Anyway, trying to remember all this stuff is quite hard and I'm a bit tired now, so I'm going to lie down for a bit. I expect I'll do Part 2 tomorrow though. Fx