Pricilla's Gotcha Day!

Hiii! Today is my First Gotcha Day!! I am thirteen years old and celebrating my first gotcha day with my forever Mummy and Daddy. I think I had a pretty good life for my first twelve years, but they turned out not to be my forever family… so here I am!

I'm not going to have a big party today, but how about a nip-tea, chicken scones and a happy chat? I just thought I would keep it low key as all my siblings only have one day to celebrate their gotcha birthdays and I'm the only one who knows my birthday.

Here's a bit of my history since arriving at my forever home.

This is the picture of me posted on the RSPCA website:

Here is how I've changed over the last 12 months:

November 2009: First day

December 2009: I've been shaved!

January 2010: Learning to chillax

Early March (there were none in Feb!) 2010: Sweet face

March 2010: Furs fluffy again

April 2010: Out and about

May 2010: Always love my toys

June 2010: Winter coat growing

July 2010: I'm a settled lady

August 2010: I'm a posing lady

September 2010: We've arrived in Malaysia!

October 2010: Smiley on my birthday

Mummy says I used to be quite anxious and grumpy with my tail twitching allllll the time, even when laying down – but that's because I had to go to a shelter for 2 months after having a family for 12 years! Mummy says she thinks of me as her princess and she tells me now I'm a sweet kitty with loads of tortitude.

This is my gotcha story (excerpt from Mummy's blog post earlier this year):

Mummy: I make it a habit to look up the RSPCA site (almost) every day, and one day in November ‘09, I saw this pretty little thing who was 12 years old, named Pricilla. My husband (Cat Daddy) was away at the time, and I just could not resist ringing the RSPCA to ask about her, whether she would be ok with our 2-3 yr old Keiko & Kenji, was our place big enough, etc.

I wondered why this beautiful kitty had been given up at such an advanced age, and I really felt that this 12 year old precious girl deserved a nice home. I definitely didn’t want to think about what would happen if we didn’t adopt her, or if nobody adopted her…

So before I even asked my husband, I made an appointment with the RSPCA officer to meet Pricilla on the day my husband would be back, 4 days later. I prayed and prayed that she would be there, but if not, I hoped she would go to a nice home.

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But I was there on that fateful day!!! purrrr

And you know the other thing?

Some of you spell my name with an 's' – P – R – I – S – C – I – L – L – A - and you would, in fact, be correct. That was the name given to me by my first family.

Mummy accidentally dropped the 's' from Day One so it's stuck at P – R – I – C – I – L – L - A. I think it's changed my luck a bit you know – for the better!

We have an open house today, drop in and help yourself to some nip-tea and chicken scones and sit down with me for a chat!

 

Purrrrs,