September 22nd 2010 12:34 pm
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First, my fur-family and I want to thank some of our friends for the very nice gifts and thoughts.
As you know, mom's human daughter inflicted kittens on us when she went to Japan. The kittens seem to be adapting well, they know who's the boss and give me the respect, even the awe and fear, that is due me. So, no problems with them --- so far.
But, mom has a human son who has a DOG. Not just a DOG but a PUPPY! Her name is Rhea, a far too dignified name for a canine, if you ask me. She's medium sized and hyperactive (mom says it's normal, she's a puppy. I don't remember being like that when I was a kitten - even then I had gravitas). Anyway, mom's human son had to go on a business trip this week - for a whole week! The person who usually takes care of his dog when he's gone wasn't available, so guess who got saddled with this DOG - US! I'll tell you something - they say curiosity killed the cat, well I don't know about that, but it will certainly kill this dog if she doesn't keep her nose out of my face. Even Sophie, who has as little dignity as is possible for a cat, is appalled at her.
And, oh, she has peanut butter breath!
July 13th 2010 10:04 pm
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Hi, I know I haven't been around for a while, but mom's gotten busy. She got a personal trainer, for dog's sake, and has been losing weight and eating lots of vegetables (I don't get it, but hey, she's a human and they're hard to understand). Anyway, she's gotten concerned about Sophie, her human daughter's cat. She's staying with us for a couple of years while human daughter goes overseas. It's because, well, Sophie is FAT!!!. She isn't even a year old and she almost outweighs Emma (who's hypothyroid and on meds so it's not really her fault). So, she's asked me to find out if there are personal trainers for fat cats.
Actually, what she'll probably do is just pick up our dishes when we've finished eating instead of leaving them out so we can eat at will. I don't like that at all because I'm skinny and need to eat when I need to eat. Mom can't even give me treats now without Sophie trying to steal them.
You know, I don't care if she was the runt of the litter, she's sure not a runt now.
June 2nd 2010 9:31 pm
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It started at about 1:00 pm. I heard Emma yowling and couldn't find her anywhere. Then mom came upstairs and picked me up. Next thing you know, I was in my carrier. It didn't take very long and both Emma, in her carrier, and I, in mine, were in the car and on our way to .... the vet. Apparently, because we're considered senior citizens, we have to go every six months for checkups. I really hate the vet - mom says he's a good guy and really likes us, but he's ... the vet! The vet tech, Megan, is cool, though. She clipped my claws without even hurting me, and Emma cozied up to her and let her brush her, even though when mom tries to brush her, she runs under the bed and won't come out (she weights 20 pounds, so if she wants to stay somewhere, she will - mom says it's like trying to wrestle 20 pounds of moving, fur-covered Jell-0 - whatever Jell-O is).
Anyway, it turned out I didn't even have to be there! Someone forgot to log in my last visit, so mom was told I needed a check-up now when I really don't have to go until October! So, except for getting my nails clipped, nothing else happened, but Emma had to have blood drawn and get shots - she's still mad.
Mom did give us both salmon treats when we got home, so it wasn't all bad.
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