Mia's Blog

Cristmas Came and Went

2010-03-18T23:08:00.000-07:00

I got this stupid St. Patrick hat for my birthday. It's coming up soon.

Dear Diary

2010-02-02T17:34:00.000-08:00

Dear Diary, I've learned to argue with Rush, watch football, enjoy barbie snacks, and "know", I don't like beef! I hate my window bed, it gets cold at night. I like the livingroom,it's so quiet. I have the rest of the house. I answer back! ..So I have the last word! That has to count for something! I'm glad I'm understood.

Feb 27th,2010:
I'm nearing a year old. In one more month, and the whole St. Patrick "thing", I will have reached one year.
I've leaned to divide my attention, befriend guests and become graciously respectful and walk away, except when "WII" ing!

The Issue of Food!

2010-02-02T17:25:00.000-08:00

It's going to be months now, I keep thinking, "I hope I'm not doing the wrong thing.", I have a child with a ferocious appetite. She's getting bigger and bigger. Soon I'll be crying my self for over feeding my child. I'm feeling horible!

AHHH, I'm so full!

2010-01-16T20:54:00.000-08:00

My own window, my own bed, my own toy chest, my own, evryting, evryting, evryting!

Meee!

2009-12-04T17:37:00.000-08:00

Mia can you please get away from that fire!
BUT I WAS SLEEPING!

A Gift from The Blue Army

2009-11-30T17:22:00.000-08:00

Ish code ouhoo! The colder weather seems to be native to me. It's no wonder I generate so much heat.
I found out I have Russian Blue Blood of some kind. If I could just sleep on top of those coals!

Cat-ching UP!

2009-11-22T17:08:00.000-08:00

From July to October I tried my best (which is pretty good), to catch up to all I'm supposed to learn that makes sense. New languages, new sounds, I'll have to sleep on this a while!
Some time in August I remember getting excited over a table with a cake. I just know it was for me.

Pics to follow........
My favorite window and I have to sleep with that horrible sound. (AM radio) He leaves it on that station all day long! It NEVER goes off, always on. I hate it!
The story of Rush must be told now! I've learned how to argue!

Mia's Second Post

2009-11-20T15:29:00.000-08:00

This was taken on a lazy saturday morning. Egg Day!

With bu'a

Thomas stopped at nothing to make me comfortable. Every chair, every blanket, every thing became mine. Summer inside was cold here. The temperature must have gotten to 76 degrees! It was freezing to me. I was used to 106 outside. With humidity so high my jak like coat was almost moist. The bath I was given made a big difference. I can't wait to get another one.

All this talk about Tex, who is he? Was he like me? Personally I don't want to hear of him!

I hear about the "Holy Room" and the box on the shelf. I can't keep my eyes off of that box.

July came and went so quickly. August held a special day I can't wrap my head around.

Something about a birthday, no bur'day pa'ee.

August 21st marks Thomas' special day ('though he hates that day) I'm in the middle of a picture if I can find it.
This is Christopher the giant. He saved my life from what I hear. I was hungry but I was happy in the wild of the out doors. At least I think so. I think.

Mia's First Blog

2009-11-20T14:45:00.000-08:00

    I was born some where around April, I think (!), so I've been told. April B.C. (before Christopher). I was not NOTICED until July. This is where my story begins:

July of 2009 was hot! I learned quickly what Hot was. I didn't like it, but seemed to have an afinity to warmth. So, I kept running out of the house. Maybe I didn't like the "people" that cared for me, maybe the house was too cold, I just know I didn't want "inside". Humidity is where I came from.
    Back to july, this huge giant with the most stunning blue eyes, kept noticing me! I could tell he was talking about me. She this, her that.. I could just tell.
    My neighbors were not loving or giving. They ignored me like a plague. I was so fussed about at one time. I was taken to a "Doctor", some Vet thing, several times too! First they did something to my fingers. Then my poopoo! I was out of it, that's all I remember. I'm only three months old!
    But what's happening? Every body's busy going and coming, carrying things, I'm hungry! When is anybody going to feed me?
    Hey there's that giant! Hey, my name is,... meow! I like you! You have a loving voice. To bad I can't really get your attention, I have no finger nails! My neighbor was Veronica and her son Nickolas. They didn't like me very much either. I just can't understand what happened to my mother or father, they left me. I'm alone. Christopher is the only one that notices me.
    Week two, Christopher convinces Thomas to take me in. Thank God! Or as I know him now, Ga!

Thanks to you Christopher, I can begin to tell my story one day at a time.