* 01.05.2000 - † 05.05.2018
rest in piece my lil mousie - wait for me on the other side
Purr
I always do that. My mommy loves the way I communicate with her. She says it is so unique and sweet. And she cuddles me a lot when I purr. And I loooove cuddles!
.: past
They all call me Biene. It is a german word for 'bee'. My first mommy named me like this. Long time ago. I always had kittens, but after a few weeks all were gone. Then my mommy wanted me to have new kittens. Some day she said I was too old to have healthy kittens and she gave me away.
The second mommy had a small brat. He always hunted me so I started to live on every high shelf and cupboard I could find. I knew that my second mommy had another cat, but I rarely saw him. He was too big for me and I was afraid to come down, because the brat would hunt me again.
Because of my fear my second mommy wanted to give me away, too. She said I wouldnt act normal.
The new woman who came to get me was calm. She didnt hunted me. She talked quietly to me. I was afraid. I was captured in a small box and then everything rumbled, strange noises, loud and frightening, everything rumbled again. And then. Nothing. The box opened but I closed my eyes.
"Hey lil mousie"
There was the calm voice again. I felt a hand on my head, patting me softly. Then she walked away. The cage was open. There was a smell I couldnt define, something ... hairy ... smoke, plants, curtains and the fading scent of the human with the calm voice. I discovered the room a few moments, it looked completely different from what I had seen so far. So many plants, some smelling good, some bad. There was so much more to smell, to see, to discover. Two stairways - one up and one down. I heard the calm voice again and a few others. I paniced. What if the brat was here again?
I ran upstairs, getting away from where he could reach me. It was so warm here, so much light. I jumped on the table and there was a huge window. There were no cars racing by, so many trees and a wide plain area, glowing so green.
"Ah, there you are, lil mousie." it was the calm voice again. I looked up. Two brown eyes were smiling and she ruffled through my fur and there was no rush, no rough feeling within her action.
"In a few days you can go outside", she said, "first you have to settle down."
.: present
Days, weeks, months and years have passed by. My life has been so peaceful. My mommy found us a new home. She also found herself a fellow. He smells good. I dont need a fellow. All I need is my mommy and my daddy. They care for me, they pet and feed me - and they love me. All what I need.
Overlay/profile art by the sweetest and most talented Akita
Leather-brushes by Pixelstains
Grunge-Brushes by ipnotika
Vintage Frame by H. Rees
Coding, story and photographys by chi
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Information
Biene has a minion!
Minion the Squarrel
Minion the Squarrel
Biene
Legacy Name: Biene
The Custom Nostalgic Tigrean
Owner: chi
Age: 10 years, 2 weeks, 6 days
Born: May 1st, 2014
Adopted: 8 years, 7 months, 2 days ago
Adopted: October 19th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Pet Treasure
Ruffie Collar
Squarrel
Canned Duck
Pie Pan
Delish Resolute Incredible Fleece Mouse
Stale Minion Treats
Clean Minion Litter Box
Pink Fuzzy Pillow
Spiffy Cardboard Box
Tuna Steak
Raw Boneless Chicken Thigh
Bag of Chips
Subeta Fries
Log Cabin Quilt
Drops of Drool
Remembrance Dove