Smokey's Diary 3/30/2009

by Mary
(High Point , NC)

My Beautiful Peyton

3/30/2009

Meow to everyone,
I just got my new Cat Hut Page and I feel like such a star.
Of course, I know I am handsome and wonderful and the list could go on but now that I have my own page, everyone will be able to see just how special and lucky that I am.
I owe everything to "My beautiful Peyton" and " Mary"

I do encourage you to come by my Cat Hut and read my diary from time to time to see what all I am up to and how I keep my fellow feline house mates and most of all "MY HUMAN" in line.

Let me tell you a bit about myself.
I was born in Grand Rapids Michigan in January of 2000.
At 7 weeks old I was given to a man and his girlfriend because they said they wanted a good kitty.
Well, they got what they wanted but it wasn?t as I had hoped it would be.

No matter how good I was or how much affection I tried to show them, they seemed to not like me.
The man was mean. He yelled and kicked at me and pushed me off his lap and threw me across the room simply because he was annoyed and having a bad day.
Nothing I did seemed to be right in his eyes.
I endured a lot of pain and suffering and heartache from him because I so wanted him to love me but he always hurt me.
The woman was scared of the man so she simply ignored me too.
She acted as if I was not even there.

Sometimes I didn?t get food for a couple days at a time and I had to drink water from the toilet "nasty" to survive.
I soon learned that my life was not going to be what I had hoped and I just learned to hide behind furniture and in dark places to stay away from the mans anger.
I was a very sad cat. I started thinking it would have been better to have not even been born.
I craved the soft touch of a caring hand on my head and the sweet voice of a human who loved and appreciated me.
But it was clear it was not going to be that way for me.
I tried to be grateful but every time he kicked me or yelled at me, all I could think of was how I wish I could run away.
The mean man had a mother that would come by sometimes and hold me. Her name was Rita.

I liked to see Rita because she showed me some attention and she always fussed at the man for being mean to me.
I wanted her to take me away but the months went on and I was still living in that place with the bad humans.

When I was 8 months old, Rita came by one day when the bad man was not home. She picked me up in her arms and I noticed she seemed a bit nervous. I was confused.
Next thing I knew, we was in her car speeding away.
(usually this would be a bad thing in a cats world because a car ride surely means a trip to the vet) but for some reason I knew this was a rescue effort for my own good.

Rita took me to her house and told me that a friend of hers named Mary was moving to Michigan and coming to visit her that weekend and she had a little grand daughter named Peyton who loved cats and she wanted me to be at her house when the little girl and her grandmother arrived.
I had heard about little girls who loved cats and it sounded like a swell idea but I had never known that kind of love so I was a bit scared.
Mary and Peyton arrived that night and that little girl was beautiful. Peyton loved me and took me in her arms and held me and fed me delicious treats and at night she let me sleep with her in the bed. WOW, I thought I had died and crossed the rainbow bridge as this was too good to be true.
I remember that Peyton was one of the prettiest humans I had ever seen and she seemed to really love me.
At night she would put her tiny arms around me and hold me as if to keep me safe and I did feel safe and loved by her.

We spent a glorious weekend together and I thought this was the beginning of a great life and I would not have to go back to the mean man but all of a sudden on Sunday, Peyton and Mary left to go back home to another state to pack things and prepare to move to Michigan. I was devastated and heart broken to see Peyton and Mary go.
Rita had mentioned to Mary that the mean man "her son" was mean to me and she didnt want to take me back there.
Mary and Peyton felt sorry for me too, I could tell.
Later that night I heard Rita on the phone telling her son she was keeping me because he was not a good cat owner.
Evidently, he didnt care and did not put up an arguement.
I was happy to not have to go back but God knows, I missed Peyton. Rita was good to me but it was not the same.
I catnapped and would dream of Peytons pretty dark hair and beautiful eyes. I missed her holding me close to her at night while we slept.
My life was better but not the same without Peyton.
I loved her and I was afraid I was never going to see her again.
I prayed that God would send her back to me but I wasnt sure he heard me after all, I was always just a "cat" in the eyes of my mean man human.I soon lost my appetite and just spent my time sleeping and missing my beautiful Peyton.

One day Rita told me that Peyton and Mary was on their way back to Michigan with their moving truck.
She told me that I was going to live with Peyton.
HOORAY, God did hear me and I was so happy.
When they arrived in Michigan, I did go to live with them.
Peyton actually lived in Va with her mother but was staying with her Grandmother "Mary" while her mother took care of some important things in Va.
I was in Cat Heaven.
Peyton was the highlight of my life and a joy to me every waking moment of my day.

She ment the world to me and the memories of the months with the mean man was a thing of the past.
I spent the next few years living with and growing up with my precious Peyton and her Grandmother Mary
Peytons mother "Jaime" and her little sister Susie soon came to live with us.
I was so happy to be with my Peyton and my days was filled with happy moments with her.
Then in August of 2005 came the bad news.
Peyton and her mother and sister was moving back to Virginia.
I felt sick because I was scared I would lose her and Mary and maybe have to go back to the mean man.

On moving day, Peyton held me in her arms and cried into my fur and I was crying inside because I was losing my reason for living. Peyton was everything to me and now she was going away.
I was scared I would never see her again.
I couldnt go with them because where they was moving, they was not allowed to have pets.
Mary told Peyton "Dont worry, Smokey will stay with me and will always be here for you when you come visit and I will bring him to see you".
I thought "this might not be so bad because at least we will visit". I just didnt know how far Virginia was from Michigan.

It was hard letting Peyton go but I got to visit Peyton on Mary's webcam so I got to see her beautiful face often.
I admit, it wasnt the same as being held by her or cuddling with her but it was better than nothing.

Mary did take me to Virginia once to visit and it was great seeing my precious Peyton but it sure was a LONG trip and I got car sick.
Peyton and I fell asleep behind the couch on my visit to her.
We loved to hide from everyone.
I went back to Michigan with Mary and lived with her and my fellow feline house mates for awhile and then we all packed up and moved to Va in 2007 and soon Peyton and I was together again.
It was pure bliss. We lived together from July 2007 until November 2008 and then Peyton and her mom and sister moved into an apartment and I could not go with them.
Mary lost her job in Va and we packed up and moved to the country in North Carolina.
I live with Mary now out in the country in NC and me and my kitty house mates have it good.
Mary is good to us and shows us lots of love.
We never are allowed outside because Mary say's there are bad things out there which is ok because I do not like being wet, cold and chased by dogs as I have seen cats on TV go through.
Life is sweet and no more mean man in my life.
The only complaint is this:
I miss my Peyton. She was and will always be the love of my life. I am 9 years old and have never stopped loving her and never will. She lives inside my heart every moment.
I know she loves me too but she is growing up (she is 14 now) and more beautiful than ever.
I have enclosed a picture of my Beautiful Peyton so you can see why I love her so.
She might be the apple of all the school boys eyes but her heart will always belong to me for I was her true first love.
I love Mary too. She is good to me and I am grateful to own a human who loves me like she does but I still secretly dream of my beautiful Peyton and she does visit me when she can.
Note to Peyton:
Always remember, I loved you the first time I saw you and I will always love you, Peyton.

Stay tuned to my diary to see what is happening in my life.
Thanks for visiting my page today.
Stop by again soon.

Meow,
Smokey (March 30, 2009)