Asth---ma

Man, it bites, I tell you. Mama doesn't know how to help me or what to do. I can't really tell her, either, because it just happens. I'm just walking around, doing my cat thing, when I suddenly can't catch my breath. I start wheezing, and I just don't know what to do. I'm happy that it doesn't happen often. Mama says that she did talk to my doctor about it, but that they didn't have enough information to do anything tests.

But it happened again this evening, not long after supper. I got stuck in the middle of the small space between the kitchen and the living room when it hit me. Mackenzie ran right over and touched my nose. Mama gets a worried look on her face. She came over to pet my head. She said some things to me, but I couldn't really understand her because I was busy trying to breathe. Thankfully, it didn't last as long as it normally does. Mama asked me if I had been in my litter box. I really couldn't remember; breathing takes so much of my attention that I can only give her a blank look. Mama explained that the doctor thought that maybe I was kicking up too much dust from the litter box and I get the dust in my lungs. Mama wants to know if she should do something about the litter. 'Yeah', I say, 'it's getting dirty; don't you normally change it on Sundays? Where have you been all day?'

Popcorn!

Living with my mama, Mackenzie, Taffy the guinea pig, and Henrietta the hamster can be quite an adventure. I just never know what might happen next. I wish Mama would play with me more often, so I must wait around just in case she does.

Like today.

She came home with FISH - I could smell it - and I immediately tried to get it out of the bag for her. But she said no, and put it in the fridge. This displeased me, so I went to lounge in the living room.

Eventually she and Mackenzie came into the living room to watch TV. Mama had a black bag in her hand, and she was eating out of it. I was watching her, because you just never know when Mama might play with me. She was sitting next to the place where I know she hides that laser light that she flashes for me to chase.

Suddenly, I saw something move. I think she threw something! Instantly I sat bolt upright, looking over my shoulder. No, I didn't see anything unusual on the floor that wasn't there when I came into the living room. I turned back to see what Mama might have in her hand, and sure enough, she had something white in her hand. She threw it at me! I raced over to check it out. It smelt yummy, but funny at the same time. It was a white color, too. I've seen this before; Mama calls it popcorn, but this time it smelt like it had cheese on it! I licked it - it tasted like cheese. So I make sure I licked as much of the cheese taste off as I could make my tongue reach. Next thing I know, she threw one at Mackenzie, but she didn't seem so interested in it. I got to lick hers, too.

Please excuse me as I go run more round with Rosie Rat before I retire for the evening.

Kicked in the Head!

This morning my mama was mean to me. She kicked me in the head this morning when all I wanted was her to get up and feed me.

To hear her tell the story, she says she was asleep, and my bad habit of digging my claws into the bed and stretching gets me in more trouble...she says I stuck my claws in her toes and tried to stretch. She says she jerked her foot because I hurt her, and that she didn't mean to kick me.

But see, that's her side of the story. What was really happening is that I couldn't resist seeing her feet go back and forth under the sheet. She was sleeping with her feet at the bottom of the bed, and I came over to investigate what was moving. I simply couldn't hold myself back - I had to attack her feet! It wasn't my fault that she's got a big rip on the bottom of her middle toe - that wouldn't have happened if she'd just let me move the claw myself. No, instead she had to jerk her foot and kick me in the head.

And to add insult to injury, she didn't feed me for another 20 minutes! I can't imagine what's wrong with having breakfast at 4 am, can you?