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Today

My GOO!

See me in that waste basket? See me? See that GOO?
Yes. That is what happens. That is cuz of the PERSIAN in me, this eye goo.

When I first came to live with That Woman, she did not clean my GOO so well. She thought I would not like her if she kept coming at MY EYES when I was new here. dkeruierjatueiur--oooh, tufts in the way! She did not do it very much. Not so good, that.

When I went to the vet, the vet my goo out. She did. And underneath that goo, was um--that word. I can't REMEMBER! Oh! Yes--IRRITATION! And That Woman edfueyrdfwefui got all upset and said she would now clean my eye goo EVERYDAY.

I do not LIKE it so good, that eye goo removal. dferuieedfiuehfi But my eyes feel better afterwards and I do not have that IRRITATION! And That Woman says things to me like "You PERSIANS are a lot of WORK!" But she's smiley and happy when she says it and plus, too, I think she's talking about getting ANOTHER HIMALAYAN! (I hope we, me and that new Himalayan, don't have to go live in the HIMALAYAN MOUNTAINS, THO!)dfaekurifjkeuiasofueiopu

I AM a PERSIAN, you know. I AM. But a long time ago they put some Siamese into a PERSIAN somehow--somehow they got that in there and now if you look like me--if you look like me, you are A HIMALAYAN. PERSIAN. (And THEN sometimes That Woman get's really crazy and tells me "OHH, PERSIAN! You go back to PERSIA, you go to the Middle East, in IRAN, that is where you are from, YOU PERSIAN!")

That Woman never is quiet, sometimes. Sometimes, she has alot to SAY!

THIS day here...

I can't DO this, this typing! I have these long fluffy TUFTS between my toes and this fur gets in MY WAY! Sometimes, when I try to run really fast, I slip around on the wood floors with these fluffy tufts. Sometimes I almost fall down!

I will not do this typing now. dedogeihohffsdioejklsfiedsa.
SEE? LOOK what happens! I can't type so good right now, with these tufts.

I will try really hard, tho, to type to tell you That Woman says these tufts are my SNOWSHOES and they protect me from all that snow in the HIMALAYAN MOUNTAINS, where I came from. "Ohh, wookit YOU!" she says. "WOOKIT YOU with your little SNOWSHOES, you go live in the HIMALAYAN MOUNTAINS, you HIMALAYAN!"

Then my eyes woggle and my head goes a little crazy, cuz that's not right, is it? I didn't come from the Himalayas--did I?
Did I come from there?
But, I don't REMEMBER that--I remember angels and wings, tho, I think, I lived in HEAVEN not in snow-snow. Aren't I just called a "Himalayan" because of my color pattern? Do have I go there, to those mountains? I don't think I would LIKE snow-snow!

That Woman is SILLY.
How 'come her eyes don't woggle?

I am very tired. Now, I am tired. It took me THREE HOURS to type that, with these tufts.

This Day...

This day I am still here...on earth, not in heaven. This always surprises me, as, I think I used to live there, with angels and I think I had wings. I think I used to float--I try to do that here, but instead I thunk-thunk-thunk. That's cuz I'm a "heavily-boned cat with a COBBY body" like most Himmies. See how my feet turn out in that picture, that one where I'm sitting with that little cat? Yes, my feet turn out like that. Cuz I'm COBBY.

A few months ago, I got really sick and I think I almost went back to Heaven. I lost a bunch of weight and they cut off a bunch of my fluff and I didn't move very much cuz I felt so sick.
My woman companion here, the one who smiles at me all the time and says things like "OHHHH! SO BEAUTIFUL!" cried alot. She asked the angels not to take me back. Even though, I think I was made there. I will go there, some good day--but not this day, not now. That woman loves me too much. I like all that love. I will stay here, but sometimes I forget where I am.

She says silly things to me like "TORTIE POINT, TORTIE POINT, BAKER'S MAN!" and "WOOKIT!" and "I love you...and I JUST LOVE YOU!" I don't know what a "Baker's Man" is. I don't know that. But I like happy times.

I can't write so good sometimes, cuz my head is all full of angel fluffy and my eyes get woogly sometimes. That Woman says that's the Siamese in my breeding showing. They woogle. They do.

I have to go now because That Woman went to work and I think I should walk somewhere and say "Wraow?" cuz sometimes I do that...I don't know why I do that. Sometimes I forget where I am, cuz I'm not in Heaven, like I think I used to be, I think sometimes when That Woman's not here I get a little bit lost.

I'll be glad when she comes home. Then, I think I can purr! If she will SIT STILL and if I can climb up on that chair she sits on. Which is hard for me, sometimes, cuz I'm so COBBY--and pretty little. Except maybe not so little, anymore! I'm getting a little bit CHUBBY!