Just had a burfday!!

August 20th was a great day. Mommy said it was my burfday, whatever that means. Regardless, I got tuna! I practically did back flips over it because I'm not really supposed to eat it. It was way nom nom nom. I also got some new catnip mice of my very own! Mommy hasn't let the other kitties even play with them.

The only downside was she forced me to wear this really stupid hat for a few minutes.

I played so long with my new mousie, I was totally tuckered out and then crashed out on mommy's bed!!



Purrs, Felix

Hissing at mommy

I don't think mommy is too happy with me lately. I've been hissing at her sometimes and I never, ever hiss at mommy. However, she has to understand I am really tired of her poking that pill down my mouth and since she got sneaky, I never know when it's coming.

Most of the time, I'm my absolute, adorable, loving self, but at certain times in the evening, I get cranky. I think it upsets mommy, but hey, I am trying to protect myself against that awful pill.

Am I wrong for doing this? I feel kinda bad, but at the same time, I have no other way to voice my total displeasure to her.

Wondering what to do,

Felix

mommy is getting sneaky

I think mommy got really tired of chasing me around the house to give me that icky pill. MOL Now she's not playing fair at all. For the past few days, she's been sneaking up on me while I'm taking a nice nap and jumping me while I'm still half asleep. It's NOT fair at all. I have tried to stay awake so she can't do this to me, but the urge to nap is overpowering.

I must admit I'm feeling better and it isn't hurting so much to pee pee anymore, but I am still mad at mom for her underhanded tactics.

It's official; My mommy is really a cat!

As some of you know, my mommy has a rare nuerological disorder called Narcolepy. Well, for the past few months her meds have basically quit working, which means she sleeps a LOT. And I have discovered something quite interesting. She is pretty much like a cat now.

Her days go something like this:
-That dumb buzzer goes off and she meows really loud and smacks it with her paw
-Finally, she gets up slowly, stretching and yawning
-Then it's off to groom herself
-By this time, she's ready for another nap
-After the nap, she will either have a friend pick her up for lunch or she makes lunch
-Then it's time for another nap
-Later she will play (catputer or tv or something)
-Then another nap, etc, etc

Our days go something like this:
-That buzzer goes off and we glare at mommy to turn it off
-When she gets up, we do too, slowling moving, stretching and yawning
-Then we guard the bathroom while she gets ready
-Next, we groom ourselves but that takes a ton of energy, so
-Time for a nice nap
-When we wake up we'll go grab some kibble
-Then it's time for another nap
-Later we look out the window or play with our toys
-Then another nap, etc.

So, you see my mommy should have been a cat and not a hooman. She doesn't seem to like it much, but I don't see why. We have the purrfect life. And we LOVE the fact our mommy naps with us every day. She says she loves napping with us too, just not so much. Ouch. She liked it better when she only needed one or two short naps, but we're happy as can be.

Mommy is seeing the doctor again soon, and even though she hopes to get "back on track" we are secretly purring she will be able to stay home and keep on napping with us. MOL

Felix

Bring it on Mama Kitty

Mama Kitty and I are crossing paths and she’s mad at me. Now that I have started wanting more of mommy’s attention, it seems I’ve upset the status quo in my house. Jack has gotten used to the new arrangement for the most part, but now Mama Kitty is upset with me. I feel like I just can’t win. Geez.

You see, my pals, Mama Kitty has had reign over the human litter box as long as she’s lived here. Whenever mommy goes there, Mama Kitty follows her. Then she jumps on mommy’s lap and gets lots of ear scratches and a body massage. The arrangement worked out well in our house, but now it seems I’ve messed it all up.

I figured out that when mommy is using her box, it’s a great time for a quick visit. Why should Mama Kitty be the only one who has a bit of undivided attention? I showed her. I started to follow mommy too and usually beat Mama Kitty in there. Ha. She always brags about being so young, but she sleeps like a log and can be slower than molasses sometimes.

There is nothing like curling around mom’s legs, then jumping in her lap for chin rubs and sweet talk. It’s like heaven and I purr and purr. Then Mama Kitty shows up and gives me the evil eye. Sometimes she just stares at me while standing in the doorway other and other times she has the nerve to actually come in! Mommy won’t make me get down, but how can I enjoy myself with Mama Kitty staring at me like that? It’s just not possible.

Somehow, we must work out this situation. I’ve tried talking to Mama Kitty and making a deal of every other trip with her, but she said no. She claims that is HER time and I’m not allowed to have any of it. Well, that is unacceptable to me. I’ve gotten to where I really need that time with mommy and I simply refuse to cave in to Mama Kitty’s demands. She has got to grow up someday and learn to share. So for now, the showdown over the bathroom continues.

Tune in next week for another episode of “As the Litter Box Turns”.

Your purring pal,
Felix

Jack's getting a big head again!

Mommy and Jack are all excited because Jack made it to the finals in a stuffonmycat.com contest. I guess I can't complain too much becasue I didn't want to get dressed up and enter. Secretly, I hope he wins, but don't tell him that. He'd be insufferable to live with. MOL

At least mommy didn't get mad at me because I peed on her bed, so I really have no complaints. I did overhear her talkning to the v-e-t though, so I think I need to hide before she hauls me off for a visit. Wish me luck that I don't have to go to the doctor again. I hate having them poke on my tummy and make me pee pee for them.

Your pal,
Felix

Flojectile Fun

I made the most amazing mess today. I was sitting on the back of the sofa in our TV room when all of a sudden I spewed a huge flojectile onto the wall. It was nice and runny with a bunch of big chunks in it too. It hit the wall and ran down to the floor. What’s even better is then I turned around and hacked up a little more runny stuff onto the arm of the sofa. Mommy jumped up then, so I split as fast as I could. I didn’t want to get in trouble because mommy just finished this stupid thing she calls spring cleaning, so she’d just washed the walls, baseboards and steamed the carpet. I was sure she’d be really mad.

After taking off, I ran and jumped on her bed to lay low for a while. Then I heard mom coming down the hall after me. Wow. I figured she’d be upset, but I never expected her to chase me down. I wondered if she was going to make ME clean it up. I sure hoped not because it was really yucky.

When mommy came into the bedroom she didn’t look mad and she started talking to me in her nice voice. She sat down and scratched my head and chin and asked me if I was ok. She said she was sorry my tummy was upset and hoped I felt better. I couldn’t believe it. I looked up at her with my best “I’m sorry” eyes and purred like mad. It worked. Mom kissed me on the head and then went to clean up my mess.

Mommy doesn’t know why my tummy was sick, but she thinks I may have eaten too fast. There wasn’t any furry stuff mixed in and I rarely get furballs. I don’t shed too much actually and mommy makes sure she brushes me, but she’s worried I have some fur in my tummy and it made me throw up. I guess time will tell if I have some extra fur in my tummy or not. I refused to tell mom if I ate too fast. I’d rather have her give me some extra attention for a few days. Besides, it will make Jack even madder if mommy babies me for a while. MOL

Your puking pal,
Felix

Go Cards

Thank goodness I found a way to get my manly man status back after having to wear that stupid dress for VDay. Louisville plays some kind of important game tonight, so mommy put me in a red shirt. It’s even a BOY’S shirt. Yippee. Since getting my picture taken in the BOY shirt was beneficial to my manhood, I didn’t object at all. Don’t tell mommy I said this, but it really wasn’t bad wearing clothes for once. The minute she mentioned a boy shirt, I was all over that idea. Plus, I look so good in red, how could I possibly object? Besides, the photo shoot didn’t even take long.

Luckily, Jack is extra lovin’ large, so the shirt fits him best. He’s actually been wearing the shirt around most of the day and doesn’t even mind. Dumb boy. I think he’s trying prove something to mommy so she’ll give him my share of the cuddles. It won’t work, but if it makes him feel better, I’m sure not going to say anything.

Your friendly manly man cat once again,
Felix

True confessions of a love bug

Yes, you read that right. Whatever it was that took over my body is still here, and it’s getting more powerful. I am becoming a love bug. I am starting to demand more and more of mommy’s attention.

It started out slowly, but now it seems I can’t stop. I want mommy to scratch my head and rub my fur all the time. The other day, I even showed her my belly and let her snorgle it, TWICE. I never used to like having mommy kiss my belly. Then I let her rub in between my toes. I simply don’t understand why I like this now when I never have before. I’m now a purr machine and have had my motor running like never before.

I am also regularly sleeping right next to mommy’s head every single night and Jack doesn’t seem to be too pleased with me. Mommy seems to be trying very hard to make us both happy and says she has enough time, attention and love for all of us, but I’m not so sure Jack agrees. He’s been trying to let me know my behavior us simply unacceptable and no matter how much I tell him I agree, I just can’t seem to quit what I’m doing. How could this have happened to me?

More confused than ever,
Felix

Invasion of the body, uh I mean cat, snatchers

Help. I think someone has done something to me. I’m not sure who or why, but lately I’ve been acting strangely. As a rule, I go see mommy a few times a day to get some snuggles and head scratches. I do like to nap under the covers with her while she watches movies, but otherwise, I’m content to nap elsewhere.

I’m usually kind of skittish too, so if mommy moves, I jump down. However, that is all changing. For the past week or so, I’ve been wanting to be with mommy more and more. It’s really weird. Instead of just bugging her when it’s time for my dinner, I have started to remind her when it’s time for bed. I run to the bedroom when she goes and I’ve been sleeping with her all night. What’s up with that? What’s worse is that I don’t get startled when she moves. She can turn over and I just stay put.

The other night, I slept right next to her and let her put her arm around me. I’ve also slept on her pillow and on the pillow next to her. And I don’t mind at all. It’s actually kind of nice. I’ve never understood why my brofur Jack will nap in whatever room mommy is in, but now I’m doing it too. I’m a cat which means I’m supposed to be independent and only use my human when I want and for what I want. So what is happening to me?

I’m so confused and honestly think some sort of evil spell that has been cast on me. Don’t get me wrong, my mom is great, but all this snuggling is not like me at all. And the sleeping next to her head is really freaking me out. That’s always been Jack’s thing and not mine. And why do I all of a sudden want lots of petting and attention? I hate to admit this, but it’s gotten so bad I sometimes follow her when she goes to use her litterbox just so I can get ear and chin scratches!

The fact that mommy loves my new behavior scares me even more, so if any kitty knows how I can get my independence back or knows of a counter spell to make me “me” again, please pawmail ASAP.

Your confused pal,
Felix