Vet Revenge

I haven't written in my diary in a while, but I've been sorta sick. Nothing too serious, but that Mommy of Mine is a nutcase when it comes to my health -- especially now that I'm thirteen. If I sneeze, we're at the Vet.

And I don't give a good meow that Mommy says he's one of the best around, I just hate that man. I hate him so much that I make sure I poop and pee all over him every time we go.

Last week, I came down with what we now know is Pancreatitis. And I wasn't going in the box. Mommy thought there was some sort of blockage somewhere.

That Mommy of Mine is kinda dumb sometimes. She paid almost five hundred bucks for a double-cavity sonogram, just for them to tell her that I needed steriods and that nothing -- nothing -- was blocked.

We were literally at the Vet's five out of seven days last week. And every time she took me in, I pooped all over him!

DUH! Doesn't she realize that when I'm sick, I know where she's going to take me, so I just save it all up for the Vet? He even said to Mommy, "That's $80 for the blood and FIVE HUNDRED for the fecal and urine..."

Mommy heard the Vet Techs calling one of the cats, "The Hisser." I wonder what they call moi...

My New Picture

I haven't been around in a while...but this cat's been busy. You know, chasing down the birds my Mother hides inside the TV and decapitating my catnip mice.

That Mother of Mine finally -- FINALLY -- changed my picture. I gotta tell you...I got really sick and tired of looking at the other one.

This one suits me sooooo much better. Captures my "cat-sonality," if you will, to a T!

I just love how I stuck out my tongue just as Mother snapped the pic. And yes, indeedie, I was saying, "Na-na-na-na-na-NAAAAAA!"

Mother sometimes refers to my cat-titude as the "spoiled, only child" syndrome.

Well...YEAH, MOM! And who did the spoiling, this cat asks?