What does a girl have to do

I am beside myself. Mommy usually gives all of us love, but lately I feel left out. Mommy still hugs on me a lot, but she seems to be preoccupied with Jack and somewhat with Felix. I'm having to assert myself by blocking the catputer and demanding my share of her time. It's not fair at all.

Whenever I block the catputer I get lots of love and I get love at other times too, but I don't seem to get as much as Jack. I know he's sick, but geez. Pfft.

At least mommy stops what she's doing when I demand attention! Maybe it's just me. I get as much attention as I used to, but Jack seems to get more and it's not fair at all.

At least grandma came over today and let me go outside. I love to sit on the bench and look at the sights. A pal of mommy's was out walking the dogs and I made some new canine pals. I like dogs and they sniffed me through the fence. It was loads of fun. I think maybe I'm being too sensitive, and I'm glad I don't have to take icky medicine, but whenever mom gives some to Jack, he gets lots of special cuddles. *sigh

Things are crazy around my house

Wow. My house is a regular nuthouse lately. Jack got super skinny, started hiding out in his tent and became downright antisocial. Then he went away for a few days and came back with the craziest haircut I've ever seen. He really should sue because he looks like a patchwork quilt. It's funny looking.

Since then mommy has been crying some and grandma is over a lot more. Jack gets to eat off mommy's plate anytime he wants and no matter what he does, he doesn't get in trouble. I think mommy has lost her mind.

And Felix is not much better. He started yowling when he was in the box and then went away for a day too. Now mommy chases him around the house every day like crazy. It's pretty funny actually because Felix is a LOT faster than mommy. She always catches him though and makes him take this pill. He seems to really hate it.

Mommy gives Jack a pill every day too and some funny liquid stuff a few times a day, but he's too tired and cranky to bother running. Right now I think I am the only one who hasn't lost my mind around here. Mommy says I have mostly fluff between my ears, but I know enough to realize that I am the only sane one around.

Ooh, gotta run. That fly that came in while mommy was taking out the trash just showed up again. I lost it, but now it's MINE..............

I have been caught

Yes, it's true. I have been seen drinking out of the fountain. This is the same fountain I pretended to ignore when it first arrived. I had mom convinced I was simply not interested in it and I got away with it for a very long time; however, she caught me red pawed. MOL

The truth is, I do like it and just didn't want mom to know. I mean, Jack acted like it was the best thing since tuna, but he's so uncool. I had to sit back and pretend it wasn't a big deal, but now mommy has figured out I am in love with it too. I don't splash around and play like Jack does, but I am not crazy like him either. I am a normal cat who knows water is only for drinking. I have toys to play with and it's beneath me to play with something that can be used as a torture device (baths).

So, add me to the ranks of kitties everywhere who say "Four paws up" to the Platinum Drinkwell fountain. Gee, I sound like a catmercial, don't I?

Postcard

Mommy got the mail in the other day and we got a postcard. I recognized it immediately and prayed it wasn’t for me. Mommy read it and then looked right at me as I lounged on the sofa. Oh no. I tried to look away or run and hide, but I felt like a deer trapped in headlights. I just froze.

How can it be a year already? It seems like I just saw the v-e-t for my shots. It really can’t be time for me to go again, can it? I simply do not like being poked and prodded, especially after being stuffed into that dumb little cage like thing and hauled away. I always worry I’ll end up in a new home when I get put in my carrier. I know mommy said this is my furever home and I never have to worry again, but I just can’t help it. I’ve been around too many times and know people don’t always mean what they say.

I do trust my mommy totally, and I don’t think she’d ever leave me, but some part of me still panics. I wonder if I should see a therapist about my kittenhood baggage to help me overcome my fear of abandonment. That’s something to think about, I guess.

Anyway, mommy called the dreaded v-e-t and made an appointment fur me, and I know no matter how hard I try to hide, she will manage to find me and make me go. Mommy says it’s necessary, so I guess I just have to trust her, and I do like getting the yummy treats when I get back home. That’s the only good part about my trips.

Hopefully, I’ll live to tell about it and can give you all an update next week. I feel fine and healthy, so I am trying to convince myself everything will be ok and I’ll be back home to play and bother my brofurs shortly after my visit.

Mama Kitty

Divas don’t watch Basketball

Mom’s at it again. She put some dumb red shirt on me and expected me to sit still for pictures. Won’t she ever learn that I would rather PLAY with clothes than wear them? Sometimes I wonder if she’s working with a full deck. Anyway, it didn’t seem like I was going to escape without one good picture, so I let her have one just to get her take that stupid boy’s shirt off me. What on Earth was she thinking putting a guy cat’s shirt on a Diva?

The whole thing is stupid to begin with. It centers around a bunch of men throwing a basketball around on some wooden floor. Like I care if Louisville wins tonight. Doesn’t mommy realize Diva’s don’t care about or even watch basketball? During the game I plan to find a nice nappy spot far away from the back room where mommy will be yelling at the TV. I already think she’s crazy, and I just can’t stand to sit around and let her prove it by talking to people who can’t even hear her.

There is one possible upside to all of this. I’m crossing my paws and hoping she’s going to be too preoccupied to try to capture me and brush me tonight.

Your extra fluffy friend,
Mama Kitty

The fur is flying at my house

My fur that is. Because I’ve decided to start taking off my winter coat, mommy says it’s officially spring, even if it’s still not really warm outside yet. I have to start now or else I’ll roast once it warms up. I’m sure all my friends understand how it goes.

The only downside is that mommy keeps coming after me with that darned brush. Why she feels like she needs to help me get rid of my winter coat is beyond me. I’m totally capable of doing it all by myself. I really don’t like being brushed, unlike Jack. Of course, Jack likes everything. Stupid boy. He doesn’t even have long, gorgeous fur like me, but he runs to mom every time she opens the brush drawer. I, on the other hand, run and hide, but mommy always seem to find me. One of these days I’m going to find a spot where she won’t be able to get to me with that brush.

I really enjoy leaving my fur all over the house too. It shows where I’ve been and that I’m really important. What’s really cool is that it’s light and fluffy and floats around the hardwood floors like cotton balls. Mom and I do NOT see eye to eye on my floating fur and she has had that awful tail sucking machine out every single day. As long as she keeps sucking up my cotton balls, I plan to keep making more. I’ll show her who is boss.

I’m packing up my toys and moving out

Lately, I just can’t seem to make Jack shut up and I’ve had it up to my tail with him. He’s been very upset by Felix’s new behavior and I’m tired of hearing him meow to me about it. What does he expect me to do? Geez. It doesn’t affect me, so I wish he’s just leave me out of it. As long as I have my toys and special chair to nap in, I am happy. Why can’t he simply understand that? It’s not rocket science.

Don’t get my wrong; none of us are fighting or anything. No, the changes in our house are subtle. I doubt anyone except us would even notice, but to Jack it’s a big deal. He can’t stand sharing mommy with Felix more than he’s used to. Obviously, no kitty likes change, but Jack is taking this way too hard in my opinion. He’s gotten to the point that every time mom gets on the catputer, he starts to knead her arm and headbutts her. Then she has to stop what she’s doing, pick him up and hug and kiss on him. Ick. I never have understood why he’s such a mommy’s boy, but this is ridiculous.

So, unless Jack will finally shut up and quit bugging me day and night to do something, I have no option but to pack up and head out so I can get some peace. I’m sure I can find another home in record time because I’m so beautiful and hey, I’m me. The diva. People might even fight over who gets to be my next slave. After all, who wouldn’t want to have the prettiest kitty in the world own them…..

Glamorously yours,
Mama Kitty

My food bowl was empty!

Can you believe it? Mommy wasn’t feeling well at the beginning of the week and Wednesday, we ran out of crunchies in our dish :o Mommy put the remainder of the bag in our bowl Tuesday night after we got our dinner. I was not happy. We get fed twice a day, but we all like to have our crunchies in the bowl too. What was mom thinking to let us run out?

Wednesday morning, mommy got up to feed us breakfast, but then she went back to bed. I was very upset with her for not keeping the crunchie bowl as full as I like it. If I can see the bottom of the dish at all, it’s my job to make mommy put in more. Usually, I just keep circling her until we make it to the food bowl and then I stand and give her, “my dish isn’t how I like it” look. Mom keeps telling me I am NOT a herding doggie, but what can I say? That’s how I get her attention.

However, that didn’t work Wednesday morning because she refused to get back up. So I had to use my other tricks. I tried sitting on her and sticking my nose in her face. She was asleep, but mommy has learned some neato tricks, and she is able to pet us while she’s snoozing. That’s ok, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted my food dish fixed.

Since mommy didn’t seem to get the hint, I started to give her face a bath. And she pushed me away! How dare she. Then, because I wouldn’t stop, she actually put a pillow over her head. Who does she think she is anyway? Hfft. I upped my ante and dove under the pillow for some more nose action, but then she put her arm over the pillow. Mommy has NEVER ignored me like that before, and I didn’t know what to do. Of course, my two lazy brothers just cuddled back in bed with her after breakfast, so it was all up to me. They never do anything worthwhile.

Finally, mommy got out of bed and went to the vet for some more crunchies and filled our bowl up. It’s still pretty much full because we don’t eat much of that food, and I am happy now. After all, it’s my bowl and she’s supposed to keep it just the way I want it. Hopefully, she won’t do that to me again or else!

Mama Kitty

Save me from the tail sucker thing

In my last entry, I began to worry about my mom's sanity. Now I'm even more worried. It began with her building the snow kitty and now she's doing something called spring cleaning. Honestly, it doesn't make sense to me at all. She takes a perfectly good room and tears it apart only to put it all back the way it was. What is the purpose in that? She is srubbing baseboards, mouldings and all kinds of weird things. The biggest problem I have is that darn tail sucker. I know it's after me. Mommy says her Oreck gets all the cat fur, and I know it's only a matter of time before she comes after me with it. I have the most fur, but I'm kinda attached to it ;-) I don't want to lose my fur, so I make sure I hide when she turns on the tail sucker.

Hopefully it will be over soon, but please purr she lets me keep my fur.

A worried Mama Kitty >^..^

Please send help fast!

My mommy has finally lost her mind. Of all the mommy's I had to pick, I chose a crazy one. She's a really good mom, but today she stepped over the line of just being a kitty lover to that crazy cat lady status.

It all started with the snow. She actually let Jack go out in that stuff and she took pictures. Now, Jack isn't the brightest bulb, but why on earth he'd want to go out in the snow is beyond me. Maybe it's because he's been a pampered house cat his whole life and never had to find shelter from the stuff like Felix and I. However, mom was laughing at Jack's reaction and mom usually takes care of us, not let us do stupid things.

Then after shoveling the walks, mom built a snow kitty. I swear. A snow kitty. Then she put stuff on it for St. Paddy's day. What kind of maniac builds a snow kitty? A crazy cat lady, that's who. She took pictures of that too! I'm worried mommy has rounded the bend. I'm sure the neighbors are calling the place with the padded rooms to come get my mommy, and if they haul her away, who will take care of ME?

Worried about my mom,
Mama Kitty