October 29th 2011 3:27 pm
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In the summer Tabatha and I went to be combed out; we had mats in our fur. I had to be totally shaved!
Dad was so upset at how thin I looked without my fluffy fur, that he took me to the Vet for a checkup. I am fine except I had to have teeth pulled. The vet said maybe I'm not eating enough because of my teeth.
My skinny pics after being shaved look a bit shocking!
Even though I look skinny with my fur shaved off, after having the 5 teeth pulled I’m now more playful than ever. I have playful and animated moments where: I sit on the computer desk and insist on sitting beside Dad in the chair, I lie down on the computer desk in a little box, when Dad goes upstairs after being at his desk I have to immediately follow after him, later when he walks back down to the basement I have to run down immediately with him and get ahead of him, I have to sleep right beside Dad the moment he goes to bed, I have to push my nose into his hand so he’ll pet my head, I run back and forth across the room and up and down the stairs with a silly look on my face and full of energy, I wait for Dad to throw my toys one at a time up the stairs so I can run up and play with them and then I wait for him to come up the stairs and throw each one down the stairs so I can go chase them down the stairs, if Dad is doing laundry I go into the laundry room too and see what he’s doing.
When my dry food bowl is empty I brush the bag of cat food with my paw which means it’s time to fill the bowl, when wet cat food is served I meow for him to hurry up and put the bowls on the floor, I have to inspect every time Dad cleans out the litter box, when Dad goes to shave I follow him and lie down meaning I demand to be brushed, I skid and slide back and forth on the smooth bed sheets and if there is a folded up blanket I grab onto it and bunny kick the blanket! When he makes the bed I have to run and hide under the sheets. When he is not making the bed I brush the bed with my paw meaning I want him to lift the banket so I can go sleep under the blanket! I’m everywhere he goes! Just like Felix used to.
Dad says I’m almost as animated as our brother Felix was; that I’m the closest to being that way than any of the other kitties in the house. Felix was our Prince. Maybe I’ll be the Princess!
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