Merry Christmas everyone!

Hi all, it's been a long time since I had the chance to update my diary. What a busy month it's been! Christmas is finally here, now we can all relax. I got lots of presents but had the most fun playing in a pile of bedsheets that Mum threw on the bed. I watched my doggie brothers and sister chew rawhide all day long, and I watched Mum and Dad smile and laugh and enjoy the day. What a great thing Christmas is! This is only my second Christmas with my family, and I am looking so forward to many many more Christmases to come.

My best gift this year is a gift that made my Mum kind of sad, but I don't understand why! I hoped and prayed that someone would take care of those mean dogs that attacked me and almost killed me...well, for Christmas one of them got hit by a car and died. It was instant, so he didn't suffer. My Mum was sad to hear it, because she hates to think that any animal should have to die that way. My predecessor, Oliver died that way and my Mum still misses him like mad. It about killed her when she found him laying on the side of the road. She still can't talk about it. Anyways, the dog who died, his name was Russell. I hated him like death and I'm glad he's gone. Now I can go out and not worry about those dogs causing me harm or chasing me. The other dog (Russell's brother) is still alive, but he won't come near me without his backup. He's a real coward. I feel so relieved. I don't care one little bit about that jerk dog. He ripped my tail off and tore off my weiner! My Mum is a real animal lover though and boy is she mad. She keeps saying how this should never have happened, and how everyone knew those dogs would get hit by a car one day. My parents called them so many times to tell them to keep their dogs locked up for their own safety as well as my safety. Even other family members called them up to tell them to get their dogs away from the road, away from their pets etc. But they wouldn't listen. And the sad thing is, these people are going to run out and get another dog to replace Russell, we're certain of it. They've been doing this for years and they don't seem to care at all. They have no consideration for animals whatsoever. They aren't even going to tell their children what happened to Russell, which is probably for the best. It is heartbreaking for my Mum though, because that poor little boy still goes outside and calls for his Russell, thinking that his dog has just roamed too far from home...even that makes me sad, because I don't want any little kid to feel badly. It's not his fault his parents are wieners when it comes to pet owndership. Russell sure got what he deserved, but if his parents had kept him safe and locked up, this would never have happened. So now there is a dead dog, and a handicapped cat all because of some stupid people. They ought to be ashamed of themselves for allowing that to happen to their dog. To their DOGS. So not only did Russell get hit by a car and die, but the other dog who attacked me was hit by a car as well (maybe the same one that killed Russell, we don't know) and had his leg broken. So now the other dog is walking around with a broken leg dangling from him. And of course they won't be taking him to the vet, because they don't care. Boy, am I glad I have a Mum and Dad who love me and take care of me!

Well that's my Christmas update. Good riddance Russell, is what I say. However I wish those people would learn from his death, but I know they won't. I just hope the next dog they get is afraid of me. I also hope it's small so I can beat him up if need be. I'll just keep my toes crossed that they don't get another dog. They still have the one, so that may be enough for them for now. The day they get another dog is the day my Mum is going to kick some butt.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Oh joy!

Yey, it's Christmas tree time!

Mom and Dad put the Christmas tree up, and I'm so happy! I love to lay underneath it and look up to see all the sparkly lights and glittery things. Mum puts a few ornaments really low so my sisters and I can play with them a bit. All of us pets here are very respectful of the tree though, we don't try to knock it over or destroy it. We simply enjoy it to it's fullest! I love Christmas time!

This year I have so much to celebrate for Christmas. I am healthy and happy...I have a new lease on life. However since my attack I have been more attached to my Mum than I used to be. It's due to a couple of things...the first thing, I just love my Mum so much and I am so grateful for everything she has done for me with this whole dog attack ordeal. I didn't think I could be closer to her than I already was, but here I am, closer to her now than ever. I just love to lay on her lap and be near her. She's not just my Mum, she's my best friend! The second thing is that I have become a little more dependent on her, as I really like to know that she is nearby in case those dogs come around. The last time Mum left me, I was attacked. Now I get very upset when Mum leaves, even if it's just to go to the grocery store or out for dinner with Dad. Sometimes I get so upset when she leaves me that I pee on the corner of the couch. Mum gets angry when I do that, but she just can't get upset with me. I have her wrapped around my little toe! Still, I don't like peeing on things to show her how upset I am, but I don't know how else to let her know that I miss her when she's not here.

Anyways, all of us pets here are getting ready for Christmas. We all have our own stockings that Santa comes and puts stuff in. My stocking says "The Boss" on it. Mum found it just like that at Target! She couldn't believe that it had my name on it, so she grabbed it and bought it for me. This will be my second Christmas with my Mum and Dad. I remember last years holiday really well though, especially my stocking! As soon as Mum hung it up this year, I started sniffing it. I can't stop! There used to be goodies in there and I know there will be goodies in it again soon! I hope Santa brings Bullitt some minty-bones, his breath is really gross. Annabelle wants some catnip, and Shalimar just wants to be left alone. Smeagol wants lots of yummy treats, and Stimpy wants a big fat squeaky toy. I want a nice new scratching box. Stannie and Ollie had one, but when they were adopted out to their forever homes a couple of weeks ago, Mum let them take their scratching box with them. I miss it! I think I've been a very good boy this year and deserve a new scratch box.

I'm off to go nap beneath the tree now! I hope I dream of oodles of Christmas goodies....

Sorry for the delay!

Well, life seems a little calmer for me lately, thank goodness. I must appologize for my lack of diary updates as of late, as things have been calmer for me but they've been pretty hectic for my Mum and Dad.

The good news is that I haven't seen those dogs around for a couple of days. I don't care if anyone reads this and is offended, but my Dad shot both dogs with a pellet gun! My Dad used special bullets...I'm not sure what they're called but they are like capsules filled with little pellets that spray when they are shot from the gun. It's pretty harmless, but can still cause a nasty bruise and a terribly stinging sensation. The dogs weren't hurt of course, well, I'm sure they were a little sore but more than anything it seemed to frighten them. We haven't seen them around the house since. We think that the neighbours were picking out little pellets from their dogs backsides and realized that my Mum and Dad were quite serious about the situation here...and it seems as though for the time being the neighbours are keeping the dogs in the garage for most of the day. OR it may simply be that since the weather has gotten colder and rainier lately, that the dogs have just decided to stick closer to home. One thing is for sure, Mum and Dad mean business and are making sure those dogs never hurt me again.

I myself am doing great. I like to go out late at night just before bed now. I feel safest when it's dark out because I know those dogs don't come around that time of night. I can hide much better in the shadows...

My wounds are completely healed and my fur is really coming in nicely! My bum is covered in a soft peach fuzz. Mum thinks it's really cute. It's awfully chilly on my rear-end when I go outside though. I'd say all my fur will be grown back in by Christmas for sure.

I'll keep updating my diary of course, but I certainly hope that I have no more exciting tales to tell for a while. Out of my nine lives I think I'm down to about 5 now. Geesh.

Seeing as I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, I'd like to put a short list here today. My friends Kirby, Kody and Keetah did this on their diary so I thought it was a great idea to do it myself.

Things I am Thankful for on this Thanksgiving

I am thankful for my Mum, who loves me more than anything has ever loved me in my entire life.
I am thankful for my Dad who shot those mean dogs in the bum.
I am thankful for my sister Smeagol even though I want to beat her up sometimes.
I am thankful that I am no longer the 'male black and white' in foster care.
I am thankful that those mean dogs did not kill me when they attacked me.
I am thankful that I only lost my tail and my genitals during the attack...I could have lost everything.
I am thankful for my vet. Even though I don't like him I know I would be dead without him.
I am thankful for the staff at the vet clinic. Those ladies took extra special care of me while my Mum couldn't be there. They made my stay much less stressful than it could have been.
I am thankful that Bullitt and Stimpy don't bother me at all.
I am thankful that I have a special bed just for me.
I am thankful that I have Shalimar to pick on.
I am thankful that Annabelle seems to be warming up to me.
I am thankful that Oliver sent me to my family.
I am thankful that Oliver looks over me and keeps me safe so Mum will not be brokenhearted.
I am thankful for the cereal Mum gives me every morning because I'm her 'special little guy'.

And last but certainly not least...

I am so thankful for all my wonderful friends at Caster and their Moms and Dads. Without you, my Mum would have had no support at all during this horrible ordeal. Thankyou from the very bottom of my heart!

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone!

Bossy and family

It's my turn to stand up for my Mum

Ok, so once again thankyou all so much for your kind words and your words of support for me and my Mum. We both appreciate it so much. Mum feels that no one down here is on her side, so it makes her feel so much better when she comes to Catster and reads all of your wonderful supportive e-mails.

However there have been a couple e-mails (and literally only a couple) that have upset me and my Mum so I thought I'd write this diary entry today to clarify a couple of things.

For the record, my Mum tried desperately to make me an indoor cat. I remember before I came to live with my Mum and Dad, I lived at a nice foster home in North Carolina. The people there were very good to me, but I lived a pretty lonely life outside, waiting to be adopted some day. I never thought that day would happen, and the next thing I knew, there I was riding in a car for 5 hours with my new Mum and Dad!

So I immediately learned that my Mum had a cat before me that was hit by a car. It devestated her. I mean DEVESATED her. She could not get past her grief...that's why she adopted me. I had a job to do, and that was to love Mum as much as I possibly could. I was up for the job!

So anyways, Mum obviously did not want to let me outside. That's how she lost her beloved Oliver. She wanted me to be an indoor kitty. She wouldn't dream of letting me outside. I, on the other hand, had a different agenda.

I WANTED OUTSIDE! I wanted outside so badly that I went out of my mind being cooped up indoors. I drove my poor Mum to the brink of insanity with my behaviour. I peed all over the house, sprayed the walls, attacked the other animals. My poor brother Gritty-Kitty and sister Shalimar were the victims of my outbursts and I beat the snot out of them all the time. I mean REALLY beat the snot out of them. I was so angry being cooped up indoors! Anyone else would have sent me right back to the foster home, but not my Mum. She knew that I needed her and that she needed me, so she didn't give up on me. Still, she refused to let me outside. I would cry at the door all the time, scratching the curtains trying to get out. All night long every night for months and months and months. My old foster home kept telling my Mum I needed to be let outside. Even the vet told her that if she didn't let me outside, our house would be destroyed. He was right. Mum had to replace a lot of things because of me. More than once. I'm kind of ashamed of myself now, but I couldn't stand being left inside. Finally, after several months of being the worst cat in the world, Mum broke down and realized that the only chance I had of a happy life with my new family was to listen to what everyone else was telling her, and let me outside. Mum cried and cried, she was so terrified something bad would happen to me if she let me out. She was so scared that I would get hit by a car just like Oliver. Finally, she let me outside.

Everything was great! I'm scared to death of cars so I don't ever go near the road, I've been neutered so I really don't have any urge at all to wander very far. The entire mountain is owned by my Dad's family so we know all of our neighbours, all of our neighbours animals etc. For 2 years everything had been fabulous. When I do go outside, I'm not usually out there for very long. I like to go sit near the back of the house in the sunlight and poop on the hill. I also love to hunt. Being in the country my family needs a good hunter to keep the rodent population down. That's what cats are for!

So I'm writing this diary entry for this; to those couple of people who sent my Mum e-mails basically telling her that she has to keep me inside, my Mum knows that this whole problem would be solved if she could keep me inside. Believe me, my Mum is not an amateur pet owner. She doesn't need to hear that from other people because she is already beating herself up every day for ever letting me outside in the first place. It's like pouring vinegar on a wound. She knows this and struggles with this on a daily basis. Every day for the past two years that I have gone outside, my Mum worries about me. She does not want to let me outside. However until you've had a male cat urinate on your clothing, your furniture, scratch your curtains, your walls, your rugs, cause physical harm to your other animals, and you have endured this for over 8 months, then you don't understand what my Mum has gone through with me. She did what she had to do in letting me outside. My parents had just built this house when they got me and it was being destroyed before a year had passed, because of little old me! I was such a devil! As I said before, anyone else would have sent me back to the foster home, where no one had ever inquired about me. Knowing about the animal foster industry like I do, it's very rare that anyone shows interest in an adult male cat anyways. Everyone wants a kitten. So I feel very fortunate that Mum didn't just give up on me at all. 8 months she spent trying to keep me inside! 8 months of me destroying her house. Mum saved my life by allowing me to go outside. Because if she hadn't let me outside, that would have meant that I would have had to go back to the foster home where I would have lived out the rest of my days a lonely kitty cat...and surprisingly, even though I was a holy terror, Mum loved me so much and told me many times that she would never send me away.

So I just felt like sharing that with you all so you can now understand and see the whole big picture of why I am not an indoor cat. 99% of the e-mails I get are very wonderful supportive e-mails with great solutions regarding the devil dogs next door! Even the 1% of e-mails I recieved that scolded my Mummy were meant with my best interest at heart, I know it. But remember that my Mum loves me dearly and no one knows me better or can take care of me better than my Mum. Still, thankyou so much for your concern!

Thanks again all my wonderful Catster friends!

Bossy

It happened again....

Well, I am healing nicely, my bald bum is slowly being covered with a thin fuzz and my Mum can look at my rump without crying again. Thank goodness, I was getting quite a complex about it. So I had started to feel a little more confident about going outdoors. Mum still comes with me when I go outside. I feel safe knowing that she is always close by. On Saturday afternoon I had to go pee, so Mum came outside with me for a while. I was being a bit of a jerk and I walked down the cliff a bit where Mum couldn't follow. Mum stood at the top of the cliff for a while and watched me, then she went in the house for a minute to check on something before returning to her post. Sure enough, within moments after Mum went inside, the neigbours dogs came into my yard. I was terrified. I tried to stay as still as possible in hopes that my invisibility would kick in, but apparently I no longer have that ability...it was probably destroyed when I lost my tail.

So anyways, those dogs came back...as if they were watching the whole time, waiting for my Mum to leave just for a moment so they could attack me. And they did.

Mum heard me screaming and fighting, and came running out of the house. She ran to the cliff and saw that Bow-Wow and Russell (those are the dogs names) were attacking me. Mum couldn't make it to the bottom of the cliff of course so she started screaming. She screamed louder than anything I have ever heard in my life. She screamed so loud that it scared me. At that moment, it was her only weapon of defense. It worked. She screamed loud enough that Russell turned to look at her, and he literally had me in his mouth. So Mum screamed again and he dropped me. Then Bow-wow the great coward grabbed me just as Russell dropped me, shook me for a moment, and let me go as my Mum came flying down the cliff like a bat out of hell. She was screaming and throwing things...it was really scary. Mum is my hero. However I was so scared that I ran as fast and as far as I could. After all, it would have been stupid for Mum to get those dogs off of me and me just stand there looking at her. So I ran. I ran FAR away.

As Mum was screaming at the dogs, the stupid neighbours kids looked over from their property. So Mum screamed at them, "YOUR STUPID DOGS ATTACKED MY CAT AGAIN!!!!!" So the kids saw the whole thing, and they yelled for Bow-Wow and Russell to get back home. Once they had them home, they put them in their dog pen.

I found a little cubby hole to hide in until the coast was clear. I was so terrified I could barely breath. Why do those dogs keep hurting me? I was in my own backyard, on my own ravine on my Mum and Dad's property. Why are they allowed to do that to me on my own property? I NEVER go over to their yard. NEVER. I'm too scared to go over there! None of us cats go over to their property. We aren't stupid.

I could hear Mum screaming for me. I could hear she was crying...a lot. I felt so sad for her, but I just couldn't risk coming out of my cubby hole. Those dogs could have been stalking me again. They could be waiting to pounce...I decided to wait until nightfall, when I could hide amidst the shadows before I came home. I couldn't believe how long Mum called for me. I was closer than she realized, and I could hear her calling me for over 5 hours. She didn't stop. Her voice almost left her completely.

So finally night fell. Mum let the dogs out for a walk and kept calling for me the whole time they were out there. Finally I came home, and she was so happy to see me that she cried. Then she gave me a bunch of chicken, which was weird because Mum is a vegetarian and I have no idea where it came from. Regardless, it was really yummy.

So now that I was safe and sound at home, Mum let anger take over. Actually, I'd say that Mum was not angry, she was 'enraged'. That may even be an understatement. Mum was angrier than I have ever seen her before. She kept saying things like, "Why did no one do anything about this? I told everyone that those dogs attacked Bossy, but no one would listen! Everyone kept saying, 'we have no proof'. Well here's your proof, and I almost lost my cat in proving that those dogs did it!" Then Mum went on to tell my Dad that he needs to go talk to the neighbours. Now here's a bit of information that I don't think I've mentioned on here before....did I mention the neighbours are my Dad's Aunt and Uncle? Well yes, they are. Which is all the more reason they should be trying to be good neighbours to us. So my Dad waited a while, and his Uncle called the house. I guess his kids told him what had happened. So my Mum paced back and forth as my Dad spoke to his Uncle on the phone, and I could tell she was getting really angry because she wanted to say more to him. At first Dad tried to say, "We need to work out some kind of schedule where our cats and your dogs aren't outside at the same time." And then Mum jumped in and said, "NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT WE NEED TO DO. THEY NEED TO KEEP THEIR DOGS OFF OUR PROPERTY. MY CATS CAN BE OUTSIDE WHENEVER THEY WANT AS LONG AS THEY ARE ON OUR PROPERTY. WHAT HE (his uncle) NEEDS TO DO IS KEEP THOSE DOGS SUPERVISED AT ALL TIMES IF THEY ARE NOT IN THEIR DOG PEN. SO EITHER KEEP THEM PENNED UP OR IF YOU MUST LET THEM OUT, HAVE SOMEONE WITH THEM, WATCHING THEM AT ALL TIMES." I was so proud of my Mum. Without her, us pets would have no one to speak for us. She really understands us, honestly, I don't know how she does it.

So my Dad's uncle agreed and said that whenever his son wasn't playing with the dogs, he'd put them in the pen. My Mum said she was glad this agreement had been struck, however she said she didn't know why he didn't stick to that agreement in the first place, after the first attack on me. So anyways, Mum and Dad had to go out about 2 hours after this deal had been struck. As soon as Mum and Dad got into their car and got to the top of the driveway...
There they were....Bow-Wow and Russell, free as birds waiting at the top of our driveway. Mum could not believe it. SHE COULD NOT BELIEVE SHE WAS SEEING THOSE DOGS, FREE AND UNSUPERVISED, ALREADY. Mum drove her car as fast as she could. The dogs chased her car. Mum was FUMING. Furious, angry, enraged...you name it. Mum was red hot. She could not believe that those dogs were roaming free not 2 hours after the owners agreed to pen them up when they were unsupervised. SHE COULD NOT BELIEVE IT. Neither could I.

So Mum whipped her car down to the neighbours driveway, Bow-Wow and Russell in tow, chasing her car. She was tired of people not doing anything to help her cat. No one but Mum cares if anything happens to me, and no one seems to understand what it would do to Mum if those dogs killed me. No one is taking this seriously except my Mum. If I were a human child, those dogs would have been put to sleep by now. To my Mum, I'm as close to a human child as she has. It makes her hurt that people here don't understand or respect that.

So Mum jumped out of her car, barely putting it into park. She chased after Bow-Wow and Russell before finally banging on my Dad's Uncle's door. He came out, "Oh hey guys, come on in." Like nothing was wrong at all. My Mum glared at him and tried (unsuccessfully) to compose herself.

"Your dogs just chased my car all the way down here. Why are they not in their pen as we just agreed?" Mum wanted to say a LOT more. A LOT more. But she tried to be civil, seeing as this man is family, and she knows that anyone on our mountain (who is all my Dad's family) would take his side over hers any day, as she is merely related by marriage...REGARDLESS of how right she is.

"Oh, did they really?" Said Dad's Uncle, "Well I'll pen them up right now."

My Mum turned around and stormed out. She was so angry that she was seeing stars. She told me later that she was seething with rage and almost passed out from it. She could not believe the blatant disregard and disrespect that those people were showing towards our family. She could not believe that anyone would have the nerve to call us and pretend to care about being a good neighbour, make an agreement with us, then break it not even 2 hours later and have no regard for it at all.

And here it is, 2 days later and those dogs have not been in their pen once even since then. So those people have been told 3 times, including one major scolding by my Mother, where they could see how enraged she was about this all, and STILL, they have not put their dogs in their pen. Their kids are at school, and they are at work, and the dogs are still running at large. They have lied to my Mum 3 times about keeping me safe. I'm so scared to do anything anymore. My Mum and I don't know what to do.

If they come onto our property again, Mum will shoot them. HOWEVER, she never knows they are here until they are attacking me, or after they've gotten into our garbage. However how can I get on with my life knowing that those dogs are out there, literally waiting for me? That's how Mum feels too. Last night she stayed on guard for over an hour in our yard, just making sure those dogs didn't come back while I was wandering around. Even last night those dogs weren't penned up.

Well, that's my diary entry for today. What a busy weekend it's been for sure. My Mum has zero support down here, as she is from a far away country and doesn't have a support system of her own down here. She really appreciates all the support from you Catster folks though, and I thank you all too for being there for me and my Mum.

Boss-Kittay

MEOW! GRR!!

I just got back from the vet. I hate that man! My Mum really likes him and says he's a good man, but holy cow I've had enough of that dude poking and prodding me. The dude took off my penis for crying out loud! He also removed my tail. My beautiful tail, GONE! Oh whoa is me. Whoa is me!!

I'm feeling much better now though, I must say. I remember the day my Mum came to see me at the vet...I can't even tell you how happy I was to see her lovely smile. I was wondering where she was, she hadn't seen me in days! She was crying and saying that she felt so awful that she had left me to go to Canada...I tried to tell her that whether she was in Canada or not, this would still have happened! But you cats out there know how hard it is to tell our people things....


So anyways, Dr.Rasnic chopped my tail off, took off my willie, sewed up all my gaping wounds, then sent me home. That first day I was back home...holy cow was I hurting. I could barely move but Mum took great care of me. She wouldn't leave me alone, and I was glad. She helped me into the litter box, but I prefered to pee on the floor. I think Mum understands how I feel about that thing. Litter boxes are great for indoor cats, but I'm a manly cat and think of the litter box as the same as wearing a diaper. I'm a manly cat that needs to poop in burrs and thorns! Yeah! (my sister Annabelle just came in and slapped me, told me to get a grip. She likes litter boxes.)

So the next two weeks I skulked around the house, meowing, whining, just being as irritating as I possibly could. I had to let my Mum know that I NEEDED OUT OF THE HOUSE!!! I totally understand why she wants to keep me home where it's safe. But even the vet told her that I have to be let out of the house again, or I'll soak the entire house in pee and I'll be miserable forever! Mum did not want to listen....Mum did not want to risk me getting hurt again...THEN, I ESCAPED! Mum FREAKED. She ran after me and so I quickly stopped to pee so I could at least get that out before she took me back inside. I was bursting! So then when Mum saw that all I really wanted to do was sniff around the yard, do my business, then come back inside, she was so happy. SO WAS I. WHAT A RELIEF I TELL YA! So when she puts me outside now, she watches me. I just like to sit on the deck for a while, go poop on the mountain, and pee on a couple of things. No big deal. I'm too scared to go far away because those dogs are running free.

I heard Mum talking about how she still sees those jerk dogs roaming free. They sit at the top of our mountain, near the top of our driveway. It seems like they are just waiting for me to come back up there so they can attack me again. I don't go up there anymore. NO WAY. Every time Mum drives up the driveway, those dogs are waiting and they chase her car. However now Mum opens the car door when they start to chase her and she has even run after them just to scare them away! Go Mum!

I always thought Annabelle was a dork, but now I see that she's pretty smart for staying close to home all the time. She is never more than 20 feet from the house! Clever girl. Shalimar runs too fast, I've seen those dogs chase her but she always just runs up a tree. Why can't I climb? My only defense is my invisibility...but that doesn't seem to be working. When someone chases me, I stop, go invisible and hope for the best....but I guess those dogs have super eyesight and can see things even when they go invisible. Go figure!

Well, that's it for now. I'm almost fully recovered. I sure wish my tail would grow back though. Oh well. Thanks to everyone for their kind words and prayers! My family and I really appreciate everything you've done.

Why did this happen to me!?

So my Mum and Dad went away for a few days and left me with my Grandpa Jerry. Actually, since Grandpa Jerry lives next door to us, Mum left me at home and had Grandpa Jerry come over and take care of me. Things were going great for a while, I caught a few mice, teased Shalimar, laughed at Annabelle behind her back...and then I noticed around day 4 that the neighbours dogs started coming over to my yard. They never come over when Mum is home, because Mum chases them away. The fat dog that sits with Mum all the time on the couch likes to chase the neighbours dogs, it's really funny when that happens.

Anyways, sometimes when Mum is away the neigbours dogs, Bow-wow and Russell come over, get into the garbage and chase me all over the place. They've caught me once or twice, left a little scratch here and there, but nothing too bad because I saw them coming and I was quick to run away. So as I was saying, I saw Bow-wow and Russell come over around day 4. They got into the garbage, chased Shalimar, tried to chase Annabelle but she ran in through the cat door. Then they saw me. Gee whiz, I know I'm a big boy, but holy cow am I ever slow. My Dad calls me Slugword...actually he calls me 'Chump' but sometimes he calls me slugword because I am so slow that slugs actually find their way onto my fur. Mum has found a few dead ones tangled in my flowing locks...and a few live ones too. I try to chew them out myself, but they taste really bad...so anyways, I was minding my own business around about day 5 of Mum and Dad's vacation, when out of nowhere Bow-wow and Russell came running at me! I tell ya, I turned tail as quick as I could, but unfortunately it wasn't quick enough. Those dogs grabbed ahold of me like fat kids on a Hershey Bar. I was trying to get away, but there were two of them against one little old me!!! So finally I got away and I don't remember what happened for the next few days.

So the next thing I know, I am awake, and walking towards the house. It turned out that I was 'in shock' for several days. I knew that someone was home because the lights were on. I heard my Dad calling for me, but it took me a long time to get to the house. I was so tired and sore...So I finally got to the house, and came inside and started calling for Dad. He came and patted me for a while. I purred. I was glad to be home.

Thats not the end though, I wish it were. I started to lick myself because I felt awfully sore in my hind end!! My Dad said that I smelled like death and called the vet immediately. I don't like the vet very much, he sticks things in me. I myself noticed that there were a bunch of wiggly bugs on my bum, so I figured I'd go along with seeing the vet as he's usually pretty good at helping me get better when there is a problem.

So my Dad left me at the vet, and that was Wednesday morning. I'm going to have to stay here all weekend long, as I'm on I.V antibiotics. Also I have puncture wounds in my abdomen, hind quarters and tummy. The doctor said that I'm in rough shape. He also said that he probably won't be able to save my tail, and that my weiner has been tore half off. That made my Dad feel very badly for me. Mum cried when she heard that I will probably lose my tail. I hope that when all this is over, I will be as handsome as before.

What I don't understand is that I was just minding my own business, on my lawn, when those dogs came and attacked me. Why are they on my property anyways? I don't go on their property for crying out loud. Where will I go now? I can't be safe anymore, but if I stay inside I get very upset and angry and I pee on everything and start to attack the other pets. I need fresh air! My Mum will think of something, she's a smart lady. I love her very much. I wish she was here with me though, she's stuck in Canada and Dad says she's crying all the time because she can't be with me. She'll be home in 2 days though, so I can't wait to see her. She'll bring me some good presents and some yummy food for sure!

So anyways, my prognosis...the Doc says that I am doing great. I am eating lots and drinking lots and I'm as healthy as I can be at this point. He's going to operate on me tomorrow now that all those icky maggots are dead. Then he'll sew me up and try to save my tail, do some reconstructive surgery on my weiner (he said I will end up probably having no weiner at all...sorry to be graphic. I don't need that thing anyways, I was fixed a long time ago)and then I'll be able to go home.

So that's my first diary entry. Dad is going to go have a talk with the neighbours tonight about this situation. I'll just be happy if they keep their dogs on their property, so I can stay on mine.
Thanks for listening everyone, take care.

Boss-Kitty