Hello everyone, it’s me, Princess Grace of Carolina, but Brian still calls me Sister Gracie. I must admit, this is fun, Brian really doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. This week my sisters Sascha, Zoe and Dolly are keeping him busy. They told him that there was a chipmunk digging outside in the backyard so he is trying to catch a glimpse of it.
For those of you that don’t know, I was also adopted from PetSmart from the same rescue group that saved Brian. I was being fostered by a very nice lady named Ann and she called me Smokey. I thought that was a strange name for a girl, but she was very good to me so I didn’t complain. My Mom actually saw me first and sent Dad to check me out. Darn he was easy, all I had to do was look cute, which is also pretty easy. Actually, Dad brought me and Sister Zoe home at the same time. Anyways, my foster Mom brought me to PetSmart to meet my new Dad and I was really nervous, I thought I was going to another adoption day, boy was I surprised. When I got here I had a room to my self for a couple of days just to get used to things and then I began venturing out exploring. Brian and I hit it off right away, but Brother Brian is like that, he is very accepting. Even Sister Sascha didn’t seem to mind that I was here, as long as I didn’t get too close. Of course Sister Zoe and I got along just fine because we had already been together at a couple of adoption days. My foster Mom sure helped me pick out a great forever home, I love it here.
About a year ago I started having some coughing spells and it sounded like I was trying to cough up a hairball or something. Yep, you guessed it, off to the Vet. Turns out I have asthma, and it is not a whole lot of fun. After some time on the normal steroid medicine I began gaining some weight and my Dad said I sort of looked like a football with legs. My Dad and Mom were worried about some of the side effects so my Vet thought I would be a good candidate for a rescue inhaler. Hey, I don’t overly like it, but it sure beats those pills. And it helps too, but fortunately I don’t have asthma attacks that often now. My Dad is pretty cool about getting me to use it, even if he does trick me sometimes.
If you can’t tell, I’m the talker of the family and I’m really the only one that is ever pretty vocal. I could go on and on because this blogging stuff is fun, but I think Brian is probably wondering where I am right about now.
Oh, before I sign off, I thought you might want to see the first picture of me when I came out and began exploring.
Remember what Brian says, adopt cats, we deserve it!!! Purrrrr! Zip! Later! Hey, this was fun!