Outside!

I love outside! I try to hide my excitement, because I don't want to be like those overeager common mutts, but I just can't! I absolutely adore laying on the table and sniffing the air. Occasionally a squirell gets close and I can pretend to run after the critter. Oh, my girl tries to "walk" me (she says I'm too pudgy, but I'm so beautiful I don't think it matters), but I just lay down and refuse to budge. Tee hee. However, once she is settled into a chair and really deep into an article, I'm off the table and walking around! My leash is short enough that she has to follow me; I love that! More on outside later, I must go and beg at the door for awhile.

Oh The Shame!

To be walked on a leash like a common mutt? Oh, the shame, the shame. I have a feeling I'll be dragged out of doors soon, which will be okay, but these indoor practice sessions are nothing short of humiliating. I refuse to obey! I shall lay down and roll as soon as a harness and leash are applied! Deplorable conditions, I tell you. Absolutely deplorable.

All these changes!

My human was gone. Really gone. For a week and a half. Some large male-human came over once a day to shove a "pill" down my throat and put food in my bowl. When they got home, they brought the big human man with them and my girl told me he had "triple bypass surgery." I could smell that he was sick and I tried to climb up on him and purr so he would feel better, but he wouldn't let me. Silly humans, don't they know the power of purr? Well, that was a month ago, and things are a little better know. The human man lets me sleep with him and I've made him better. He stays home all day know, and when the girl-humans aren't around he pets me and talks to me and gives me treats. It's our little secret that we both like each other. I think he'll go back to work soon, but until then I have lots of company!

All these changes!

My human was gone. Really gone. For a week and a half. Some large male-human came over once a day to shove a "pill" down my throat and put food in my bowl. When they got home, they brought the big human man with them and my girl told me he had "triple bypass surgery." I could smell that he was sick and I tried to climb up on him and purr so he would feel better, but he wouldn't let me. Silly humans, don't they know the power of purr? Well, that was a month ago, and things are a little better know. The human man lets me sleep with him and I've made him better. He stays home all day know, and when the girl-humans aren't around he pets me and talks to me and gives me treats. It's our little secret that we both like each other. I think he'll go back to work soon, but until then I have lots of company!

Thanks!

Thanks to Keiser and Cooper for the rosettes; they're lovely and I needed them after this week! My human is not smart, and she's mean to boot! "What!?" you say? "She's gives you the best food and treats, filtered water, loads of toys and perches galore, how can she be mean?" Well, she put this clear film over my litter box filler. Then, she hid and watched while I tried to, you know, go. Well, I was having none of that! I just whined until she restored things to their proper order. I'm all for practical jokes, but this was not cool! She said something about getting a "sample." I don't know why in the world she'd want anything that comes out of my toilet, but that's just gross. Then, to top it off, she replaced my nice filler with some plastic stuff she called "no-sorb." Well, I held it from 8 am to 10:30 pm, then she gave in and put the good stuff in. What is it with humans and their fascination with our bodily processes? It's disgusting, and frankly, I'm shocked. She is a human, but she's usually a pretty hep "cat." Hmm. Let's hope this odd behavior ceases, or I'm going to have to retaliate.

Traitor!

It WAS the vet! Oh, and it was just awful. I was there all day long, they poked me and prodded me and put their hands in places that are PRIVATE! I was so mad; I meowed my loudest all the way home. 45 min. of sustained whining, that'll teach her. I may not be able to hear it, but I know she could. Oh, she tried to make it up to me, feeding me (I ate, of course) and trying to pet me (I gave her the cold shoulder, of course). Oh man, she had better get me some good presents or I will tear the place up!

Mwaahaaahaaa

Victory! I knocked an entire glass of milk onto the new carpet last night. I didn't drink it, just spilled it. No use cryin' over spilt milk? Tell that to the girl! I think she's plotting revenge though. She was talking to the other human about a yearly senior check-up. Something about a bath and nail clip and UA and chest X-rays. Something about "not feeling sorry for her anymore." Hmmm. Sounds bad, I didn't hear the word "vet," so I hope that's not it. What could it be?

Hi again

Haven't written in a while. I took the death of my brother pretty hard, and haven't felt much like writing. Things are the same at my house. I have a set routine now, and it helps me feel less anxious. I'm still naughty, but I don't mark the house anymore! Last night I had some yummy food that the big man left on the counter; he said it was ice cream, I say it was heaven! Anyway, it didn't agree with me, 'cause it didn't stay down long but I don't care, it was totally worth it! My human gave me my treats in a "food puzzle." I don't like working for my food!! It's so frustrating! I think I'll look for something naughty to do now....

I hate this house.

There's always noise. She calls it "remodeling." I call it wrecking my home. It's very stressful, besides I didn't authorize all this commotion and moving things around. Well, I showed her who's boss. When the new carpet was down, I marked it. Hmmph. Showed her.

Birds

My girl put up a bird feeder and lots of birds came to eat. I pretended that I didn't care when she was around, but I liked it. I love to watch them! My stupid brother hogged the window bed, but I can see them from the chair. My girl spent a lot of time with me this weekend which I like. She brushed my teeth, which I didn't like.