November 19th 2014 4:47 am
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Today I am 15 years old in human years, and 82 in cat years.
Mom says she hopes she looks half as good as me when she's that age in human years. My black fur is flecked with white, but it's as lustrous as ever, and when she pets me, it feels like kitten fur.
I am fortunate to be in good health and living with a loving family, and for the most part my fursibs and I get along. Well, one does have to tease one's sister every so often, and get the smacky-paw in return.
November 19th 2013 7:16 am
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Another year, another birthday. I'm doing very well health-wise, although Mom says I'm getting more white hairs. She should talk!
I have not been confined to the crate since August, and I haven't baptized anything in all that time! Mom put up a pet gate between the kitchen and dining room, and I have to stay in the area with the kitchen, family room and laundry, which have easy-clean surfaces. But it's OK, since that's where the family tends to hang out anyway.
Once I snuck out when Dad came down for a glass of juice in the middle of the night, and Mom woke up to find me snoozing next to her. I didn't piddle anywhere, but she says she's not taking any chances with the new front door and hall rugs. So when she went downstairs, I had to go back behind the pet gate.
She and Dad have to do human doctor stuff this week, so my birthday party will be delayed until this weekend. But it will be good, she promises!
June 30th 2013 3:46 pm
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Oh, blissful night. I was allowed outside my crate all day yesterday, since the peeps were home all day, and I was even allowed to venture upstairs to sleep on their bed. Heaven!!!
Mom saw that I used the litter box downstairs just before bedtime, so she decided to take a chance and let me stay out overnight. I slept next to her half the night and next to dad the other half. I was SOOOOO happy!!!
But this morning, the throw rug at the hall entrance was...um...baptized.
Sadly, I'm confined again at night. But Mom decided to get a pet gate for the door between the kitchen and dining room, instead of putting me in the crate all day. I might still pee on stuff, but it's all slipcovered and the cushions underneath are plastic-wrapped. Unfortunately, the pet gate is too high for Bear and Vicki to jump, so during the day when she's not home, they're going to have to share my restricted zone.
On the other hand, they still have more space than the average New York studio apartment cat. At least that's what she tells herself to make herself feel less guilty.
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