December 20th 2012 8:43 pm
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I guess my bruther cat, Guns, is not givin me good enuff baths cuz my tummy was full of a giant hairy ball. See, Guns grooms me sumtimes, but I still hafta take lots of baths to keep my pooferlicious furs lookin purrfect. Anyway, too many tired hairs got in my tummy.

This mornin at 5 clocks mama heard what she calls the "dreaded sound" of a kitty upchuckin. She started yellin at Guns, but when she ran out into the livin room, she could not find him. What she did find was a giant hairy ball on the livin room carpet. Then she saw me in the livin room, but she still thought I was innersent. She kept lookin for Guns, but then she found him still on the bed, so I did get the blame for upchuckin.

Jeepers, I could not help it. Mama wondered why I spended so much time on the bed yesterday and did not eat as much as I usually do. Now she knows it was cuz my tummy was full of hairy ball, and I did not feel too perky.

As soon as the hairy ball was goned, I felt fine. Mama did not trust me not to upchuck again, so Guns and I had to have our breakfast a little bit at a time. Mama says I am a piggy, and she did not want me to eat too fast in case my tummy gave the foodies back. I tried to tell her I felt great, and my tummy was empty and I needed lots and lotsa breakfast, but she did not listen.

I have been scamperin round the house all day. Mama was makin one last speshl Kissmouse card, and I helped by runnin in and out, in and out, in and out of the offis. I was happy I felt like makin mischief again cuz I am pretty sure it is mama's favrit thing for me to do.

I guess it is Gunnie's turn to upchuck next time.