I Survived, But........

Well, I went thru with the teeth cleaning. The only thing that I am having a problem with is now all I do is eat and vomit. Tonight, I was in the process of "making the house smell better" when I suddenly found myself having stuff come out of both ends of me. I tell you that's a real bummer, and very confusing for my Mommy. Usually Mom can handle taking care of my problems, but both of us have a problem when we're dealing with my vomit and making the air smell just like me. Hey, maybe we could bottle it and call it "Poopourri." I bet that would sell like sliced bread. So now my Mom says that I'll just have to take it easy and eat small amounts several times a day. That sounds great to me, allowing me to snack all day long. But that also means no snacks of "goodies" and my favorite of the special milk that I generally have when "Daddy" comes home from work. Oh well, I have to listen to Mom because she knows whats best for me and my tummy. For now I am just curled up on the rocking chair and just checking things out. While I was at the vet's office, I must have seen and heard dogs, (Atleast Mom thinks so)because while I was making the trip home from the vet I was growling like a dog and the funny thing is that at the end of the low growl, I raised my voice and gave off a sound like a dog barking. Well, if I can keep that up I know what I'll be for Halloween. Have a great night to all of you, and remember to always keep smiling:)

D-day is coming

Oh well, my Mommy has gone and made an appointment for me to have my teeth cleaned. Mommy did not believe the Vet when they told Her that my teeth needed cleaning. But last night as I laid on the floor, (and I was in a really good dream. Mommy says that my paws and ears were wiggling and I did everything but jump off of the floor.I didn't tell her that I was dreaming about butterflies, they're so much fun to chase, and I only catch them in my dreams as I live inside. )Anyway back to the teeth thing, my Mom opened my mouth and looked in at my teeth, well they are brown and need to have a cleaning, I over heard the vet talk about pulling teeth, I do hope that I don't have to have them pulled, OUCH. But the lady on the phone said that I could come in tomorrow, when Mom heard that she almost dropped the phone. She says that She wasn't going to spend the weekend worrying about my teeth, so I am going in on October 11th early in the morning and spending the entire day at the Animal hospital, but I can go home at the end of the day. I don't like the idea that I can't have anything to eat from 6PM the night before, thats the best time for me to do my mooching of treats because Daddy comes home from work and I get lots of goodies. I do hope that Mommy can learn how to brush my teeth, I'll try to let her do that but I know that brushing my teeth will be a chore, as I don't like to have my nails clipped, and I only have my back nails. I have a hang up ever since the other people that owned me had me fixed, (I wasn't broken) and also had my front nails removed.
My Mommy promised me that I'll keep my back ones. I trust this Mommy as She takes care of me when I don't feel good, so everyone please think happy, warm thoughts on Tuesday as Iam kinda nervous.
Thanks for listening to meow, by the way over the weekend, my Mom's Son got married. He's the nice tall kid that chose me over all the other kitty's at the shelter. Now He has a wife and a kitty of His own, I don't know if I'll ever get to meet their kitty, as "Diesel" is "packing" with a full set of nails. Also Diesel is only a couple of months old, and is still abit wild, I don't know if I could put up with that, as I am the Queen of mellow.
I'll write again after I get my teeth cleaned, then I'll have to get a new picture taken with me smiling and showing off my clean teeth.

Does this mean that I'll have to learn how to spit?

It thundered last night!

Last night it stormed and I was afraid, I ran under the bed. My Mommy got out of my bed,(I try to let them think it's their bed) and she looked all over for me. Finally she found me underneath the bed, I was really scared and Mommy took me back to bed with her and the guy that I call Daddy. My Daddy is funny, He took my picture to work today and showed me off, I don't know why he just didn't take me. I would have had fun at work, it would have been hard to say in his lunch bag. It's suppose to rain again, and that makes my Mommy sad, I have to keep her company when she's in bed. I am my Mommy's nurse, I give out hugs and love her and she says that is the best medicine. So I hope that my Mommy feels better. Meow, Meow to all of my Furry Friends, and to the dogs that sneak a peak to look at me.

Why I like My Human's

This is a simple answer for me. The reason that I like my Mommy and Daddy is because they give me lotsa love. I get this love even when I am sassy, and don't listen to my humans.I like it when they come home from the store and they have something for me, especially a new grocery bag, the bigger the better. There 's just something about a new crisp grocery bag, that wants to send me into a different world. Can any of you relate to that? Maybe it's just because I am a simple girl by nature, because I'd rather play with the bag that comes with the food. I like boxes too, especially when my Mommy cuts a hole into one after taping it shut, I like to call that my "Kitty condo", I hide on the humans in many places. Do they actually think that they'll find me, they must remember this. if I don't want to be found you won't find me. Happy cat naps to all of my furry friends.
Meow,meow,
Morgan