Boy has it been hot in Auckland! I've coped by eating shaved ice, playing in the garden... and of course snoozing.
I went outside to get some cocktail ingredients for mum and dad. I found lime, lemons and mint. A good start. I found lavender, gardenias and marigolds. Less delicious, but maybe they taste nice to humans. But try as I might, I could not find any cat nip. Not one single leaf. This is a huge oversight, and I will be writing to the department for the protection of cats for a full explanation.
Week ten on planet earth, and I reached some pretty big milestones. I weighed 1kg (2lbs)! That meant I was finally big enough to get my first shots from the vet. But I do have one question weighing on my mind. My parents are making me wear a harness outside - do you think they're training me up to become a racing cat?
It was a tempestuous spring day. Mum got caught in a downpour as she walked back from work. When she was a few blocks away from home the clouds cleared and she noticed a tiny ball of fluff on the footpath. Was it a mouse? She bent down to get a closer look and couldn’t believe her eyes. It was me! Bruce the cat! I was only one day old – so young that my umbilical cord was still attached and my eyes were still closed.
There were a lot of things for mum and dad to worry about in those first few uncertain days. But there was one burning question – what were they going to name me?
Mum and dad looked to famous orphans and foundlings for name inspiration. Historical figures Aristotle, Moses and Muhammad were all orphans. But those names all sounded a bit grand for a little cat.
They could have named me after a writer such as Edgar Allan Poe, Tolkein or Tolstoy, or a musician like Ray Charles, Trent Reznor or Bach. They love Ray Charles but they already have a human friend with that name. And for some reason, the name Edgar reminds mum of the word agar, which brings back memories of high school science.
So they decided to go for a pop culture reference. Would I be named after Harry Potter? Tom Sawyer? Quasimodo? Mowgli? Wolverine?
Oliver Twist was a top contender, but in the end they decided to go for Bruce – after Bruce Wayne, the guy who grew up to become Batman! Mum and dad knew I’d need super strength to get over my rough start in life, so they named me after a superhero who grew up big and strong.
So far I’m already following in Batman’s footsteps. I’ve got my own cat cave, I like robins, and I’ve even helped other little kitties in need. (With your support I raised over $1600 for the SPCA.)
Unlike Bruce Wayne though, I have two butlers instead of one.
Now where’s my cape?
Happy New Year everyone! In the last week I've been annoying my big sister Jager, exploring the great outdoors and ringing in the New Year with style.
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I celebrated my first Christmas with my friends from all over the world! Thanks everyone for all your good wishes.
In week six I discovered that red is definitely one of my colours. I also got my very own cat buffet!
Hello, my name's Bruce. Mum found me when I was just one day old. She and my dad are keeping me warm and fed with help from my other new human friends.
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