My never ending battle

Well I'm starting to feel better but the pawrents continue to torture me. With... the PILLS...

It starts now before I eat both breakfast and dinner. Any furs have advice on how to make this stop? They grab me, scruff me and pry open my throat. Then they force a stinky small thing down my throat. I get a treat afterwards but still, it's a lot of work fighting them off cause who wants a pill, I mean really??

Plus mama said the vet called and they want to change my dose. So she said that means I need to take these pills even longer!! We both groaned at that, I mean why do I have to go through this torture???

Well anyway I've been peeing better (Newman please don't put this in your book, MOL) which seemed to make the pawrents happy and I feel ok too.

I've been super clingy since I started feeilng bad and today there are super windy storms here so I'm even more nervous. That means I'm a stage 5 clinger but I kind of like it.

Sparky!

Effurrerybody hurrrts, sometimes...

Well this has been a pawful week for me. It started when I peed in mama and papa's bathroom to get their attention. You see, I have my own bathroom and am a very clean boy about it. I always go in the box and would never dream of going outside my box.

Well this week my peeter started hurting when I went and I had to let the pawrents know. It took 2 times for them to figure it out but I went 3 times for good measure.

They even got a flashlight to see where else I might have been going. But here's the real downside. I had to go to the V-E-T!! It was so pawful, and it was with a doctor I don't usually see so he didn't have the nice voice like my other docdoc and he didn't comment on my Dalmatian ears like she does.

Well let me just say they did unspeakable things to me. Why do I need to know I have no temperature??? I know that already people!!!! I'm outraged...

Mama says (like anyone's listening) that they gave ma antibiotics and I've already peed twice in my transition litterbox (is she crazy or what?) that's in their bathroom. This morning I even peed in my usual litterbox so I guess I am starting to feel better. She also said it's because of everyone's stories on Catster that mama recognized there was a problem and dragged me to the vet (yay).

An exhausted Sparky!

Locked out!!

Well I'm furry upset with my hoomans! Last week papa followed me into the bathroom where my litterbox used to be. He watched me scooch up my butt and mark on the bathroom glass door and then peed on it too.

He told mama (tattle tail) and she said "whattt??? that doesn't make any sense??" Well, this is the fun part... watching the hoomans try and figure out what MY BIG PROBLEM WAS!! Can you believe they used those words???

It's never MY problem, it's always them!! Well at first papa thought it was the little bit of mildew the shower gets so he scrubbed that clean. He was huffing and puffing. It was pretty funny.

Then mama went to get him a towel and yelled "You left his litterbox room door shut all day! That's why he peed in there!!!!!"

MOL furry funny. Papa locked me out of my bathroom so I didn't have anywhere to go potty! Well I didn't get yelled at but papa sure did, MOL.

Newman's going to be proud of a poop and pee story in 1 month. ;)
Sparky!

Bad kitty

Soooo, a couple weeks ago I was papa's right hand man because mama wasn't home a lot. So I sat on his lap wherever he went.

And then one morning mama was petting me and I didn't like it. I tried to tell her but then I just couldn't take it anymore. And I attacked her... I'm not proud of it and it got me time out in the smelly litterbox room for 10 minutes.

The next day I apologized cause I felt a little bad and I gave mama kitty kissies and nuzzles. Ever since then I've been on her lap everywhere she goes, to show her that I still love her. I just didn't wanna be petted.

Sparky!

A game!

1) Tell me your funny Christmas story.
I don't think I have a funny one but ornaments are fun, as long as the pawrents aren't watching me (cause then they tell me no). So I wait till they're gone to play with them.

3) What did you dream of being as a young kit? A boxer

4) What's your favorite hobby?
Loving on my Duckie and bear and taking naps with them. The 3 of us are "the naptime crew". Duckie was with me 3+ years in the shelter slammer so that bond is deep.


5) What’s your one "bad habit" that you love and your Mom hates?
Biting, hands are bad and I'm a biter. Mama needs to do the math.


7) What is your guilty pleasure?
Kneading bear and talking to him when the pawrents are out of earshot.


8) What is your favorite make believe monster? Post a pic of this mysterious beast.
Um, other cats. I'm scarred of them. No offense!

9) What is the one dreaded thing you have to do at home?
Get my nails clipped and go to the v-e-t. yuck!


10) Zach's family is going to have have coed ships this year for Talk Like a Pirate Day, so which ship do you want to be on Zach, or Zoe’s. Gris will be having a small ship (more like a dingy) for all our kits to be on.
Um, can I be on all of them at the same time? MOL


If you're reading this you're tagged so come and play!

Who pooped on the floor? Who, who?

Well it wasn't mama or papa, MOL!!! The pawrents came home from breakfast and mama said they were trying to see if I know their car and come running or if I just come running when I hear the garage close. Well luckily (she said) she was watching out for me so when she opened the door she saw it. A clump of turds right in front of the door. She couldn't even open the door all the way, MOL.

Well not only did I do it, I sat there with my ears pinned back to show them why I did it and that I was NOT happy with the current living situation. You see, papa cleaned out my litterbox but he left the garbage bag by the door for 2 days. So gross! So I had to send him a message to let him know this was not acceptable.

But it sure did work cause the bag went right out, MOL. Do I run this house or what? That's the way it should be in every fur's home.

Happy pooping,

Sparky!

Again???

Wow that diary chick must be bored and I'm super excited cause this is my second DDP of the week!!! I'm getting a bit tired of pawrtying but that doesn't mean I'll stop. A huge thanks to Smiley Cassanova and Angel Buddie's gang for helping me party again this week.

Know what else I did to celebrate? I hid the remote on papa. He spent over an hour looking for it and it was under my udder ooze the whole time. MOL, isn't that clever??

Sparky!

DDP?!?

OMC I'm DDP today! Thank mew to Smiley and Angel Buddy and furrmily for celebrating with me today! Papa even came "home sick" and has been snuggling with me which is furry exciting of course.

No mousies to report, sometimes I hear it and then I sit and "point" to let the pawrents know where it is. But it hasn't been spending much time here. It has learned how to take the peanut butter off the traps though and then escape, MOL. I helped the mousie learn that so I have a play toy to play with during the day.

Speaking of critters the Papa brought home a lobstah the other day and wanted to know if I wanted to play with it. I wasn't impressed cause it wasn't as much fun as the mousie but I was nice to it. I got a small piece of it but it wasn't very good cause I likes the raw fishies better. So mama handfed me lobstah until I ate it, yuck! But I was polite and eventually ate it all just to make her happy.

Sparky!

I'm Officially a Mouser!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is one of the happiest days of my life! Ironically it started out by meowmy not feeding me right away. She said, "Sparky, you can not train me to feed you right away. I'm going to wait awhile."

Well, that's when the fun started believe it or not. I saw/heard it out of the corner of my eye while waiting with meowmy. And I took off like a bat out of someWHERE after it and sat by the shoe closet door.

Meowmy knew something was up because I never do this and I never sit in front of doors unless I'm pointing out that a mouse is in the house!

Mama called Papa down and he opened the closet door. Papa and I are a furry good team. He let the mouse out and I caught it - slap!! I caught it in my mouth, put it down and batted it around for fun. It even jumped up and down trying to get away from me, MOL.

While all this was going on, my useless humans were yelling what to do. Mama said "open the back door and get them outta here!!" with panic in her voice (MOL). Papa said "no way, then Sparky'll get out and we won't get him back."

I can't believe she said this next part, mama said "I don't care, just get the mouse outta here!! We'll get Sparky back!!!!!"

(I should also mention that mama was yelling this while on the kitchen counter - feet and all. She's a pretty useless mouser as Papa and I found out. If this was the Olympics she wouldn't have made it out of the driveway.)

Well they went to get a box and I got a little bored so I let the mouse go. I know where it went but the pawrents... don't know... where it is... Isn't mousing a fun game??? MOL

Anyway, I'm furry proud of myself and went back to fake hunting the back door for birdies. But it sure was fun real hunting for a change!

Sparky!

Growing back

Well, my fur is growing back, thanks so much fur all your notes of support about humans being kinda stuuupid. I'm not totally bald and thanks to Newman's ice cream cone, I was able to lick that without my fur coming out, MOL.

My buddy Tate's furrmily is away on vacation and he had a killer pawrty. And boy was I glad thongs were optional, as they hurt my butt. My fursuit is much more comfortable, bald spot and all, MOL.

Besides that the humans have been away a lot and when they're home they've been watching a lot of sports lately for some reason. I watch basketball with them cause I like seeing where the ball goes all over the screen.

OH, I almost furgot! Meowmy caught me twice this week looking at the kitchen cabinets which I never do. I just sat there and she caught me mousing in the kitchen! It's kinda fun cause I hear things and I wait for them to come out. Meowmy got little traps but said I'm not allowed to go near them. She even got one made specially for kitties to not get into. In the meantime I'll keep mousing around in case they ever come out of the woodwork so I can catch 'em!

Sparky!