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Tales from a fearless furball

You call this FIXED??? You must be kidding!

What an ordeal today has been. First I was stuffed in a crate (OK, so maybe not really stuffed, but you know what I mean). Sure, there were soft blankies and my favorite toy, but that was an attempt to get me to let down my guard. Next, I was put in a car. I quickly figured out that I do not like cars. Emma sat next to me, but I was still not happy.

Then, we went to this strange place called the V-E-T (I may be small, but I can spell). There, mommy handed me over to a total stranger (HELLO...what was wrong with that picture?) Then she left. I cried so hard, but she AND Emma both left me there. Next thing, I was inspected by my captors, and then I was drugged. I awoke to find a pain in my belly. They had cut me open...and they call this FIXING me??? I say that they broke something. I was so relieved when I heard mommy's voice, and the familiar clink of Emmas collar tags. They came to rescue me...of course that would not have been necessary if they had not left me in the first place.

The strangest thing, is that the lady that they call the V-E-T said that I was probably born in February of 2009, so they changed my birthday to Valentine's Day! OMK! That was really big mews. She said that I now weigh 6 lbs 8 oz, and that I was probably malnourished when Emma found me. It all seems like such a blur now.

Mommy and Emma took me home and fed me white meat tuna, and they both seem properly remorseful. I suppose that I will forgive them...but I will probably milk this for a few more days. Time or a cat nap now. More later, diary.

Oh no...I'm broken!

I heard Mama talking on the phone with someone today, and she said I needed to be fixed! I keep looking in the mirror to see what has broke, but so far I look pretty purr-fect. Oh dear me, I hope it is not serious. Stay tuned...I will write again when I find out more. Mama says not to worry, I will always be purr-fect to her!

Santa Paws came!

OMK! When I woke up this morning, there was a stocking under the tree filled with toys and treats for me! Mama said Santa Paws came while I was asleep and left me gifts for being a good kitten. Well, I know that I have been good, but I had no idea that I was THAT good! Check out my new photo on my page with my yellow fluffy toy and my new Kong mousie wubba. I love Christmas!