My hairball

So, I spit up a hairball this morning.
It’s a medical condition, and the LADY even buys me hairball treats(?).
Yet, this morning, she screamed and whined about how gross it was to step in it.

I thought she would want to know the hairball “treats” aint working.

BUT, NO, lady has to jump in the shower, the whole time saying gross, UGH!

You know, some things she does is not pleasant either. Mine is medical her is pure laziness; should we talk about that pile of clothes you STILL haven’t folded from SUNDAY.

Anyway… Thanks for letting me vent Diary.

Hooman words my hooman doesn’t understand

Hooman words my hooman doesn’t understand: Now and Later

I wants treats NOW,
I will eat Laters
I wants to play NOW,
Not Laters
I wants you to wake up NOW,
You cansh sleep Laters,
I don’t wants to be held NOW,
But I will Later,
Pet me NOW
No! not Later


Training hoomans is hard work, but even more so when they dont understand hooman language. Yet, once your hoomans is fully trained, it is very rewarding.

What hooman words doesh your hoomans not undetstand?

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One thing is fur sure no matter how mine or mommy’s day is going we know we can log on to Catster and know we have furends, and funny story’s, games and great cat lovers who share in our love for kittys and get us in a GREAT MOOD!!!

Thanks Again for Diary of the Day!!

Sssssooo eexxcciiittiinngg.

XOXOXO,
Meiko and my mommy


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Smartest Kitty

Well diary, as you know from past entries. I have come from a little sickly orphaned/rescued cat to a very loving home and getting to really learn to be the cat I was always meant to be. I think I have become very use to my new home, and training mommy has been really easy.

This morning she seemed a little upset with me, so I wanted to investigate, she was in the bathroom, getting ready for work, talking (always talking).

“Meiko… how in the world did you…Wah wah woh wah wah… all the ponytail holders Wah wah woh wah wah….really…Wah wah woh wah wah DANG it.. I Wah wah woh wah wah”

All I know is mom thinks I am the smartest kitty in the world, for learning how to open her box with all the ponytail holders. I can’t even believe I though mom was mad at me.

I wonder if she will find my hiding place. Better move them.

Dad vs Mom (part 2).. and my thoughts

Mom- “So, have you thought about us bringing in a playmate for Meiko” (yea, a playmate)

Dad- “what is all that crap in that room, he took over, isn’t that play stuff.”
(crap only in the litterbox.. dang, dad, really???, what is he talking about, and took over, he is eating my catnip)

Mom-“hahahah.. no, crazy, those are toys.”
(right all my toys…hhhmm… what this… must be new)

Dad- “oh I see…. Sssssooooo.. ….toys aren’t good enough for King Meiko, he has to have a playmate.. so what if the playmate doesn’t like him, do we get a playmate for her???”
(Wait! a playmate, meaning?!?!? A fursib? You guys are losing me.. toys, playmates,…..i think it’s time to eat… what’s that smell… )

Mom- “really? I think it would be good to have two cats, one for me, one for you, and one for Meiko.”
(not so good at math, 1+1+1=3 ?!?!? What in the world is mom saying.. she is never going to win at this rate)

Dad- “I don’t need a cat, I can share Meiko, and Meiko has you as his playmate… (ROFL)”
(yea.. mom is okay as a playmate, sometimes she gets on my nerves)

Mom- “Okay, funny guy. Can we be serious or not”
(licking my foot, it has to be clean,,,, licking my tummy.. I wonder when mom is going to feed me.. I bet I should say something.)

Mekio-“MMMMEEEEEEOOOWWWWWWWW”

Mom-“ Right, Meiko.”
(YAY!!!.. right.. feed me)

Dad- “Please like he has a clue.”
(please fat man, you know all too well about food,, you and I both know about food)

Licking my tummy, licking my paws…..fffoooodddd, treats, yes, treats...

humans still talking… ... T.R.E.A.T.S...... Mom... food time.... Lady... food NOW....

Bullet the Chihuahua

So it turns out our neighbors are not bad parents just have a very retard son (per mom).

He came over yesterday afternoon, and told mom he forgot that the dog was outside; his parents are out of town. Mom told him that if he need help she would put food and water in his dish, since he had none, and there is no dog house. He thinks that Bullet sleeps under the picnic table?!?!?

So, Bullet is in our kitchen, he is happy, he isn’t barking. Mom got the cell to his parents and they are thankful, and feel bad they have a retarded son.

They come back tonight, so hopefully Bullet will be back in the care of his parents.

PS: Dad is mad at mom for getting involved he said something about her being a crazy animal lady.. hahahahahahahahaha

I love my mommy crazy and all.

Dognapped

So, mom dognapped Bullet (the neglected dog next door). It was raining and very cold out Friday night, mom and I kept hearing Bullet crying, it was not his normal bark. I wasn’t growling at him thru the window, I was watching him. She mom banged on the door, no one answered she jumped the fence; got Bullet put him in our garage, cleaned him up, feed him and got him to stop whining.

I was on the inside smelling and trying to get in but when mom carried me out to the garage to see him. She put me down I ran in the house and stayed in my safe place until mom came in the house.

Mom says she is going to tell them what bad parents they are, dad told her not to do it we have to live next to these people. So, mom left a note on the door. It’s Monday and Bullet is still in the garage. Mom says he can’t stay in our yard, if it rains he has no shelter. I live in the house. Mom said Bullet can’t be in the house, since I am so scared. I aint scared, just he barks to much.

I bet my mom is going to keep him, if those people don’t come back. Dad told her she needs to find a good home for him.

I don’t think I want him as my brofur.. I liked growling at him thru the window, but now, he is here taking up all my attention from mom.

I need a plan……

Daily diary pick!!!

Today is exciting!!! i am the DDP. Yay!
Thanks for the picking me!

Good Dream

I began to hunch my back and chase Bullet (neighbor’s loud non-stop-barking mouse rat dog). Bullet began to bark and wimper at me to back off as I approached him closer and closer. I began snarling like a lion and hunched my back in an even bigger curve. I was ready to pounce! Just then before I could pounce …… I woke up to the smell of mom fixing my breakfast.

WOW, what a great dream…. I am still going to get that RAT DOG.

New rules to break

So now I have rules.

When I wasn’t feeling good I was never told NO, everything was oh you poor baby, this and oh sweetie that.

NOW mom says no. I wasn’t doing any of the stuff I like because I was sick, now that I want to do them she says no?!?!?!

New rules:

Can’t get on living room furniture (HA, when they are not home);
Can’t jump on the kitchen counters (HA, only when dad is home, mom just picks me up pets me and says you know better);
Can’t wake her up at 3 am (she shuts me out of the room, RUDE LADY!);
SO this morning I gave her the cold shoulder. I just wanted me yum yum snacks. I didn’t even walk her to the door, like normal.
She was all sad, now she knows how I felt when she shut her bed room door in my face this morning, talking about, “Sorry sweetie mommy needs rest”.

WOW! Things are sure changing….

maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh..