The B**** Is Back!

My dear little Romeo, I hate to say "I told you so" but... I have been on meds for a week and I'm feeling like my sassy self again. Stop playing with my tail, bothering me while I use the potty, stay out of my dish, and leave my things alone. Like the Elton John song goes "The B**** Is Back ."

Feeling Better

I've been sick the last week. My bottom right fang broke last Thursday and Mom found it on the carpet. She took me to that place V-E-T. I only weighed 9 1/2 lbs., not the 14 lbs. Mom thought. Doc told Mom I don't have good genetics in my teeth. I went on Tuesday to have the root removed, my teeth cleaned and 2 more bothersome teeth pulled. I had a fever for a few days. Romeo has been chasing me because I don't feel like fighting. Just wait until I feel better Romeo. We have a lot of catching up to do.

The Kitten Incident

So the kitten....yes, he is kind of cute. As long as he stays in line we will be fine. Maybe I would have been a good Mom. I am quite fascinated by him and his silliness. I don't feel replaced. I see Mom has enough love for everyone. Besides, now I get 2 new toys at a time. I have mine and I take his. That's the fee for living in my house.

YOU BROUGHT HOME A WHAT!?!?

Yesterday was like any other day until a little after noon when I saw my travel crate leave the house. Fortunately, I wasn't inside because that means V-E-T, a word so hideous I have to spell it. It came back later with something crying in it. What the ... YOU BROUGHT HOME A WHAT?!?! Of all things! I do not approve of this. He is very rude! He plays with my toys, eats out of my dish, sucks on and fluffs my favorite blanket, tries to use MY litterbox, and follows me around no matter how much I hiss and spit. He has his own things, you know. So to be spiteful I play with his toys, eat out of his dish, and use HIS litterbox. Touche pussy cat! The score is -Me 1, you nothing.