Sad Mama

Sebastian told me that Mama's mad at me. I didn't know. I knew she was upset for some reason. Sab told me that I wouldn't pay any attention to Taffy when Mama brought her home yesterday and Taffy was dead. (Taffy is the tan guinea pig in the picture with me and the bookcase. Paisley, the one colored like me, died a long time ago. You'd have to ask Mama just when.)

Mama says that I was too busy begging for food to notice Taffy. But I did notice! I went and sniffed once. She smelt like the doctor's office. I HATE the doctor's office. They put those nasty smelling masks on your face and you go to sleep and when you wake up you've got teeth missing and there are holes in your mouth and there is PAIN. Then Mama has to give you medicine. It's a horrible thing! I could smell it on Taffy. I knew that she wasn't there; her nose wasn't twitching and she didn't try to look at me. She just laid there. I didn't want to be too close because maybe what Taffy had would get on me! I'll have none of that!

Mama has been very sad. I've been rubbing on her legs and trying to be as close as I can be. She picked me up, so I purred really loud and put my head against her chin. She rubbed her nose in my fur, so I purred some more. I even moved my tail ever so slightly so she'd know that I was happy to be with her and that she didn't have to be sad anymore. Mama wouldn't hold me if she was mad at me. I think Sebastian is just trying to pick another fight!

Oh my goodness - look at the time! I'm late for my late morning nap! I must get going!

Bugs!

Yesterday Mama, Sebastian and I were in the kitchen. I don't know what Mama was doing in there, because I couldn't smell any food, but when Mama goes to the kitchen, we don't ask why. We just follow. Who knows when she will pull yummies out of the cupboard or fridge!

I was lounging in MY director's chair (who else would be in charge of this family?) when I noticed that Mama was showing Sebastian a plastic something. He was perched on the step ladder that Mama keeps open next to the sink so he can sit, be close, and not get stepped on. He didn't really seem to like having the plastic thing in his face. But then I saw movement. Then it flew towards me!

I leaped off the chair and tried to race it to the kitchen wall. It was a green and brown flying thing. It was little. Mama seems freaked out and told me to eat it. EAT IT? Why would I do that? I wanted to PLAY with it! She called it a grasshopper and how did it get in the apartment? I didn't quite care - I just chased it around the kitchen. It finally landed on the floor, so I did what you're supposed to do when a bug lands on the floor: I pounced on it. I still haven't figured it out, though. The bug didn't move after that. I batted it around, but it stopped moving. I must have scared it out of its mind. I was about to leave it alone when Sebastian trotted over and ATE it. That dang cat!

Boxes

I don't know where Mama's been these last few days, but she's brought home some awesome stuff. She emptied a couple boxes! I tried - I really did - but they were just too small for me to fit into. Then Mama came home with this almost-box type thing. It sort of folds in on itself. Mama told me that it once held the lid to a crystal cake dish. I have decided to make it my own; I am sure that's why she brought it home. She left it in the kitchen. I knocked it over so it would lay flat, then I got on it. It slants towards the middle, so I get to lay on a nice slab. I can watch Mama come and go while I'm here, and I can also catch breezes as they come off the lake and through the windows. It's the greatest thing to lay on since bed pillows!

Taking Care of My Family

I don't know what my family would do without me here. I have to take care of everyone lately. I think I should qualify for a kittie doctor title!

Mama says that Taffy is feeling much better. I can see her moving around her cage. She came over to press noses with me this morning. She told me she was feeling better, but that she had a stuffy nose. Mama had to go somewhere with her car, so I sat at the edge of her bed to watch Taffy while she was gone. Mama gave me a big kiss and pet on the head when she came back and I was still there. Well, where did she think I was going to go?

Then, this evening after supper, poor Sebastian started wheezing. It scares me; I don't know what to do and he gets a scared look in his eyes. I went over immediately to touch his nose and make sure he was okay. Mama stepped over me, which spooked me, so I moved a safe distance away. Mama stroked his head until he could breathe normal again.

Now I will go and nap - this taking care of family stuff interrupted my nap time at least twice today, and mama's now turned the air conditioner on again. I can sleep in peace and comfort tonight!

Worrying about Mama and Taffy

It's been stressful at home the past day or so. Yesterday afternoon I noticed that Mama was spending much more time paying attention to Taffy, the other pet that lives her. Mama calls her a guinea pig. (Mama even put a picture of me with Taffy and Paisley, her sister, on my profile. I'm in the bookcase; Paisley is the multi-colored piggie, like my colors, and Taffy is the piggie who's on the floor and not in the bookcase. Taffy is colored like Sebastian.)

Mama says that Taffy is very sick. I don't know what's wrong, but Mama's been on the telephone, and she's been crying and yelling - not at any of us, of course. I don't know who's on the phone with her, but I just knew that if those people lived with us, they would definitely be locked in the shower!

Taffy usually likes to run around on the floor and chase me; but now, she just lays in her cage, like she's sick and doesn't feel like moving anything. When Mama went to check on her, I went with her. I rubbed Mama's legs to let her know that I was there for her, but then I decied I'd better get a closer look. I climbed on the foot of the bed and peered in Taffy's cage. She was just there, looking like she hurt. So I laid down and watched her for a while so Mama could take a break. Even Sebastian came over to watch with me. (Can you believe he was a good boy and didn't try to cause a scene?)

I was going to watch Taffy today, but I was very distracted. Mama left a Wal-Mart grocery bag on the floor. That's my favorite toy to play with - I jump on them, and hide toys under them so I can pounce on them. I had to run and jump and pounce and push that bag around. Then Sebastian came to join me, and he ruined it. He always does! Dang that boy gets on my nerves! I even told him so; I slapped him across the nose. He just doesn't take a hint, though. GRRR! I hissed at him, and he finally left.

This diary thing is exhausting. I must now take a nap. Mama said that Taffy was feeling much better today. I even saw Mama holding her. That's good, but not as good as it will be when Taffy can come out and play with me again.

Poor Mama

My mama says that my best character trait is that whenever she needs some comfort or TLC, I come running. I have no idea what TLC is, but I guess I do it well.

She had me worried today. She came home from shopping with FISH - of all things - I could smell it in her grocery bag. But she didn't look too happy when she came home, and she just threw all the groceries in the fridge - bags and all - then went and looked herself over in the mirror. This is not like her; she usually says hello to Sebastian and me, then picks me up when she gets home. But not today. She seemed to be worried about a spot on her thigh, although I couldn't tell what the fuss was all about.

Eventually she went to sit at her desk, so I followed, as I hadn't started my routine of begging her for supper. But she still looked worried, and she kept looking at this big PEN she carries around when its hot. She says its a needle, but I don't see one. All it says is something like Epi-Pen on it. I don't know what she was worried about, but I can tell when she gets worried, so I decided to let her know I was there for her. I rubbed on the leg that she had been looking at in the mirror, and I reached my paws up to touch her elbow just in case she wasn't paying attention to my rubbing her leg.

I don't know what happened, but eventually she got up and went to lay down while she watched Oprah, instead of her PEN. I didn't feel like my job was done, so I rushed over to lay down beside her while she watched TV. It must have been good, because she pet me and told me I was a good baby. This made me happy, because when I'm a good baby, that means she just might feed me earlier in the afternoon.

I wasn't THAT good, however. When she baked that fish, I didn't get any!

I Can't Believe my Mama did this to me!

What is this? I overhead mama telling her best friend about this website called catster.com where she put me and Sebastian's pictures. Mama said it was a place for us to get noticed and socialize.

Is she KIDDING? I HATE to socialize! I can't believe my mama could do something so awful to me! Doesn't she know that I only want to be with her and no one else? Hasn't she learned after all these years that I'll hiss at anyone who comes near me - except her? How could she do this?

I do my best to be a good kitty - unless I smell something on the counter. Mama puts sticky stuff on the edges of the counter so I won't get on it, but I manage to get around it anyway, just to investigate. That's the only time I really get into trouble. Well, that, and waking Mama up before 5 am for breakfast. Sebastian and I work as a team to wake her up, but sometimes she's in a bad mood. She gets out of bed alright - picks us up and throws us in the shower stall so we can't get out and we can't dig the crap out of the landlord's doors. She leaves me in the shower stall with that moster Sebastian! How can she do this?

Despite all that, I still adore my mama. I run to greet her every time she stands up. When she lays down on her bed, I race over to lay down next to her pillow. Of course she'll pet me, but I just need to be close to her. When she sits down, I must sit down next to her. Sometimes, when she's sitting on her stool at the foot of her bed, I'll curl up on the bed behind her, and reach out with my paws to touch her. Just to make sure that she's there.

I really do love my mama. And I know she loves me - she feeds me!