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Bernie, the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Begins His Adventures

My first memories are of nursing from my mom, sleeping in a warm pile with my brothers and sisters, playing and learning to eat kibble. Then, we were scooped up, dressed up and photographed.

Bernie’s Breeder Debut

Bernie, the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Looks for a Home

After our pictures were taken, we began visiting another room in our house. First, we’d ride in a fleece lined basket to a padded table with toys. Then, strange people would pet us and lift us out.

Bernie on the Day of Mom’s Visit

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Explains

My mom-to-be has described how she prepared before she brought me home. She wanted to make sure I’d feel secure in our family of four: Grandma, #Parrot Sister Erin and #Yorkie Uncle Bear.

Bernie’s Setup

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold – Meet Mom

Mom moved in with Grandma during COVID and then retired. Her #Parrot Erin came with her. She decided to adopt a cat and then to get a kitten – her first kitten in 30+ years.

Bernie’s Mom

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Takes a Trip

Mom took me home from the breeder on a normal day.  After cuddling me, she put me in a padded carrier with a blanket and toys. I rode in the passenger seat drivin home. We stopped once to cuddle.

Bernie’s Arrival

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Looks Around

When mom brought me home for the first time, I had my own tent with bed, litter box, food, water and toys. I stayed in there a little while. #Yorkie Uncle Bear watched until I went exploring

Uncle Bear Watches
Bernie Explores

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold: First Night

Mom expected me to sleep in my tent where I had everything I could possibly need – except company.  I told her NO very loudly.  So she spent the night there with me, taking naps on the recliner or the floor –  learning.

Bernie Rebels

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Playing on the Second Day with Mom

Mom seemed tired after our first night, but I was ready to play and explore.

Bernie Meets Ball

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Meets Prey

Coming out of my den, I found a suspicious object. I determined that it was prey to be subdued and NOT a toothbrush as Mom kept saying.

Bernie Attacks

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Naps

While the tent and my tunnel den were great for play, food and litter box, I decide where to sleep. And that means sleeping close to my mom.

Bernie Guards the Snake
Baby Bernie

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Climbs a Tree

Mom padded the nearest end table to keep me close, but she left a great climbing tree (lamp) for me to explore.

Bernie Climbs Up
Bernie Climbs Down

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Shares the Bed

For some reason, mom thought we should spend every night shut in her room. At least that meant she was available whenever I wanted to play and I had a really big pillow.

Bernie Gets Ready for Bed

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Works Out

Mom seemed surprised that properly grooming, especially of my feet and toes, is very tiring! I needed a nap under my special tree.

Bernie’s Pedicure

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Expands

I don’t know why mom calls this my “bear rug” pose or calls me her “little pancake.” I was just spreading out and getting comfortable. Plus, that was a long way down if I fell off!

Bernie Gets Comfortable

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Spends Time with Grandma

I like spending time with Grandma watching TV, but Uncle Bear doesn’t like sharing the space. At least Grandma can pet me more easily lying close on the armrest.

Watching TV

Bernie the (Mildly) Disgruntled #ScottishFold Meets Nature

Mom found a harness for me and moved my camping tent out to the patio. Exploring was fun, but she carried me out to prickly ground! She put me down, so I jumped on her shoe and grabbed her leg. She called it “grass.” I loved exploring, but grass should never be walked on! Grass is strictly for nibbling. Grass is pokey. I preferred sitting on mom’s feet to standing on it.

Bernie Exploring
Bernie Evaluates

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