September 17th 2013 6:24 pm
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I be ten years old yesterday. One decade! Zowzers! "And... One, two, three like a bird I sing.....cause mom's given me the most bootiful set of wings...." Well, not really, but....... I am getting to go outside again! I am so happy that I purred and made biscuits, and promised to stay on the porch.
June 29th 2013 8:39 pm
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With two kittens staying here you'd think my stress would be going through the roof, but I really haven't been too upset. Spend most of my time in the basement, but my kitty-prozac has really helped with my marking issues. Also helping is that my enemy Lucy seems to be the one going outside instead of me! She and Dad hang out in the garden, so life is a little more calm in here. And at night, when it is dark and quiet, I creep upstairs and get into bed with mom and dad. Very nice.....
June 15th 2013 12:29 pm
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Mom got to thinking about the recommendation to watch My Cat From Hell - but our cable TV doesn't get Animal Planet, so she went on line and watched an episode. Wow, such interesting stuff. Anyway, in that episode, Jackson talks about making heavy kitties (aka Linus) take a walk in this little kitty shirt thing. Had not seen one of them before, but she got to thinking about letting me outside in the kitty shirt. I could sunbathe on the porch, she'd read a book....you get the picture. So, today she found this little walking shift for a dog. Couldn't find a kitty one, but this said up to 10 pounds. So, she thought she'd try it - if we would forgive her for it having this little bone picture on it. Now, I will say this before going on. Dad has been letting my nemisus, Lucy, go outside with him cause she just sits and watches him dig in the garden, the comes back in. So, Mom comes along with this shirt. First tries it on Linus but it is too small (it says 10 pounds and he weight 20+ - duh). And he freaks out. So that won't work. She goes looking for me. Finds me in the basement behind the bookshelf. Finally gets me to come promising I'll really like this. I don't like the shirt. She puts it on and I growl, but tolerate her. She clips on Phoenix's little pink leash. Red shirt, pink leash--guess mom isn't much a fashion. Now I am really growling, ears back and all. She talks sweet nice. Then she opens the outside door and carries me outside. Ah maybe not so bad. Still growling though. She sets me down on the porch and I crouch all up. Two seconds later Lucy comes flying from the garden, and hissing and snarling and swiping at me OMC!!! Mom snatches me up, Dad shoos Lucy away. Mom sits down on the porch, me on her lap, talking nice. My claws are sunk into her shoulder and I am really pissed! After a minute or two, she gently puts me down again. I take off like a shot running. Run right out of that little shirt for the back door. I want in! Mom opens the door and I streak inside and back to the basement. Guess I did not want to get outside as much as Mom thought.
Back to the drawing board.
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