Home at last!

Momma finally came back last night and rescued me from Not-the-Momma's house. I wasn't too happy to be put in the carrier again, but once I got home and the boys were evicted from my bedroom, I was quite happy. The happiest I've been in a long time. So happy that I meowed repeatedly for Momma to come in and pet me while I purred.

A message from under the couch

Momma left me!!! She brought me to Not-the-Momma's house last night and left me!

I hate her! I hate him! I'm never coming out from under the couch again!!!

What a terrible day!

This afternoon Momma threw me in the carrier and took me and the orange IT to the vet. IT 2.0 had the nerve to hiss at me in the car. I meowed the whole way there, and at the vet's I had to endure the usual insults and humiliation. Stupid people in the waiting room said they thought I was a dog because I was so loud. I also heard the usual comment that I have "the perfect meow." A woman told Momma that my meow is so perfect it sounds fake. I told her to come closer and see if my claws were fake as well, but she didn't.

I had an audience in the exam room as well. In addition to the vet and vet tech and Momma and IT 2.0, there were also 2 vet students of some sort. I was not happy and fought like h-e-double hockey sticks. I yelled and screamed and scratched and squirmed this way and that way. I hissed in the vet's face. It was exhausting.

They took me into the torture chamber and stole my blood and piddle. I screamed repeatedly. When they brought me back into the exam room, the vet told Momma that I was very cooperative. Then he said, "Not really." Hmpf! Everyone's a comedian.

As if that wasn't bad enough, tonight I was locked in the bedroom and Momma was glued to the TV in the living room and wouldn't come stay with me. Then the thunder and lightning started and Momma threw me back in the cat carrier! I yelled a few times and she brought me in the living room and put me in the closet! The thunder and lightning was really, really bad. Momma was scared.

There were 7 tornadoes in the western part of the state this afternoon and we were under a tornado watch. I forgot what it was like to have to worry about tornadoes. We had them in Tennessee where I was born, but I've been in Boston for 11 years and we've never had them around here.

I hope we don't get anymore.

What the Fluoxetine?

UNHAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I hate those giant ITs! Momma has me locked in the bedroom-ME! On Tuesday she dragged me to the vet where a stinky, drooly baby kept saying "me-ow" at me while everyone laughed! Then the vet poked, prodded, and pried then stole my blood and my piddle! Then this morning Momma squirted nasty liquid down my throat. Geesh! Just because I pooped on the floor a dozen or so times, I don't know why she's so upset at me. She should know it's all the ITs' fault! Torture them, not me!

Then, worst of all, I've been waiting for my friend Alfie to come back to Catster since he's been away for a while . . . and when he does come back it's with the sad news that his little brother Mikko went to the Bridge! So he's unhappy, his Mom's unhappy, I'm unhappy, all their friends are unhappy . . .

UNHAPPY NEW YEAR!

UNHAPPY Meow Like a Pirate Day

Hmpf! I didn't get to meow like a pirate at all yesterday! Not-the-Momma called Momma in a bit of a panic because Bob had warfed like 6 times without getting up a hairball. Momma raced over there to see if Bob needed to go to the vet, but by the time she got there, Not-the-Momma had found the Laxatone and given some to Bob who seemed fine. Momma thinks it was just stomach acid Bob was heavin' - it was white and foamy. She'll be sure to mention it to the vet when they go next week.

But because she was over THERE taking care of Bob all day instead of home with me where she belongs, I didn't get ANY Catster time and missed the Pirate Party. Hmpf!

*Achoo* I've been tagged!

My friend Athena *achoo* tagged me. I have to answer 5 questions. If you want to play too, consider yourself *achoo* tagged.

1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?

No, but IT does when IT gets too close to me and I *achoo* hiss and growl and screech and swat and run across Momma in the bed to get to my safe *achoo* hiding place.

2. Do you ever tear up things?

No, what's the point?

3. What is your favorite treat?

I like canned food *achoo* but the biggest treat is when Momma takes IT to the *achoo* vet and I get some quiet time.

4. Can you fetch something when asked to do so?

HA! I have Momma well-trained. *achoo* She knows better than to even ask.

5. Have you ever lived any place other than where you live now?

Yes, I've lived lots of places. In Tennessee, *achoo* I lived with my family of origin then with Momma and Rufus in the apartment with the yummy bugs and then in the apartment with the cool hiding places. *achoo* That was the best apartment.
Then we moved to Massachusetts and lived in a house with Grandpa and Not-the-Momma and that evil Bobcat. Then Momma took me and Rufus to live in a house with two other women. I stayed in my room *achoo* for the 5 long torturous months we lived there. Then we moved here to this condo. It's like an apartment only not as nice, but you get to stay longer. We've been here almost 5 years.

Candles for Alfie

http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=Alfie

*sob*

ALFIE! *sob*

Something Is Rotten in the State of Denmark

. . . and it's not Hamlet! When Momma came home tonight, she locked us out of the bedroom and then got something that looked like a cat carrier from the hallway and brought it in my bedroom!

There's a REALLY filthy Morgan's pirate bed on the floor in the living room. The ITs keep sniffing it, but they haven't tried sitting in yet. The smell of it reminds me of something old and evil . . .

This is an outrage!!!!

Where are the Happy New Year rosies? Don't know? Haven't seen them? Well that's 'cuz they're over on DOGSTER!!! That's right, those no good flea-bitten mongrels get New Year's rosies while we cats don't!!! This is outrageous!!! This is speciesism at its worst! I'm insulted!!

Cats rule and dogs drool!