Monday, June 19, 2006

My Tale


My journey began when I was unsuspectingly snatched away from my mother in the nice cool hills of St. Elizabeth and dropped into a shoe box that someone tied up with string and carried around as if a cake was inside. There were plenty of air holes which also provided me a view of my surroundings and allowed in the many smells of my trip. My first stop was Santa Cruz which I didn't like too much because big wet rain drops started to disintegrate my little house. Luckily my carrier had some tape handy and was able to patch it up. Then there were many bus and taxi rides. I tried to meow every so often so people would be certain that I was a cat and not a cake but there was so much loud music I'm not sure if anyone even heard me. I peeked out of my air holes but some of the other people on the bus were pretty stinky so I had to be careful which holes I used.

Then all of a sudden the car rides were over and I was being let out of my box. Everywhere I turned there was concrete, I was definitely not in St. Bess anymore. What had happened to the beautiful mountains, the crisp clean air, the grass and the trees? Most importantly what had happened to my mother? There were those pesky humans who I recognized from my mother's house, two of them who had always been there and the other two who had come to visit. I later learned that this new house belonged to the two visitors, not nearly as enjoyable as my former home but at least they had a litter box for me to use because after that long journey I had to go! I looked around for something to eat, no milk just hard food - boy was this going to take some getting used to.

The first night they made me sleep outside on the veranda, but soon they learned that those silly iron bars weren't going to stop me from adventuring. When they all left on Saturday I decided I wasn't going to spend my day all alone on the porch. I climbed around the roof tops and found lots of other humans to take pity on me and give me milk. Unfortunately, only having been at this new home for 1 day I didn't quite know my way back home. Luckily, my new owners searched high and low until they found me. But should they really be that worried, nobody would believe a fat, fluffy kitten like me could be a stray - of course they would take care of me until I was returned to my home.

But after that it was inside for me. Apparently, there are scary things out there I don't know about and I'm not big enough to defend myself yet. So now I just have to dart out whenever the door is opened, but that's okay because inside is fun too. There are lots of electrical cords to swat at and I have a nice little ball made out of newspaper and duct tape. I even got to watch my favorite football team Brazil play yesterday. Mostly I was mesmerized and sat staring at the TV but every once in a while I got inspired and showed off how I too could carry my ball across the floor like a ballet dancer. That's how I earned my full name - Duodinho. I'm pretty thankful they named me after Ronaldinho and not Ronaldo because I'd much rather be hip and cool than looking a bit fat and sloppy. Then of course there were plenty of naps to take and the heat here was really getting to me, sometimes I just have to lie on the floor and cool off. Those fans are nice too but they make all my fur stick up like a mohawk.

The humans are pretty fun too, they have nice laps to curl up in and I really crave the attention they give me. I couldn't believe it this morning when it was 6:00am and those silly owners of mine weren't up yet. I had to sneak into their room and convince them to come out and play with me. I mean really if they were planning on leaving me in the house all alone while they went to work today the least they should do is give me lots of attention in the morning! All in all I think I'll manage just fine in my new home, especially once they decide I'm big enough to venture outside on my own and if they keep giving me little treats like milk and tuna.

Meow!
- Duo

6 comments:

Darius Kemp said...

Man I love the stories of your journey kitty. I remeber when you were in St.Elizabeth. I am so glad you made the trip but just to let you know. Portmore is hot as hell so stay cool kitty.

Anonymous said...

That kitty is so cute!! Are you going to bring it back to the U.S. so I can pet it and sneeze? Can you even get a cat across international borders? Mariah Carey does it, I guess....

-aubrey

spiral said...

Yeah for your kitty--what a cutie! Are there any allergen problems?

Kaelyn said...

A few allergen problems but the Clariton helps. Hopefully once he is bigger he will spend more time outside and not all over the sofa!

Mike Sheppard said...

Here are some Peace Corps / Jamaica blogs that I have found. If you know of any others that I have missed please let me know. Thanks!


-Mike Sheppard
RPCV / The Gambia
www.journeyacrossafrica.blogspot.com


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http://drewsnauffer.blogspot.com/
http://www.geocities.com/pcjamaica/
http://www.griffjon.com/
http://iang.livejournal.com/
http://www.logansteffens.com/
http://www.rachelanna.com/
http://www.richardsitler.com/
http://richs85.tripod.com/jintro.html
http://schleicher.blogspot.com/
http://shaneandkae.blogspot.com/
http://sped2work.tripod.com/rpcv.html
http://thebigwhy.livejournal.com/
http://www.thenateupdate.com/
http://www.travelpod.com/cgi-bin/guest.pl?tweb_entryID=1128625800&tweb_tripID=jamaica&tweb_UID=jennipost&tweb_PID=tpod&tweb_guest_password=
http://www.travelpod.com/cgi-bin/guest_login.pl?u=jennipost&t=jamaica&e=1128625800&p=tpod
http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog/bobbie7781/jamaica_05/tpod.html
http://www.whagwan.org/
http://yayajamaica.blogspot.com/
http://www.tc.umn.edu/%7Eroggy001/index.html
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Anonymous said...

That is one cute cat.

Jonathan