Nicknames: Ollie Bollie, Bollie, Little Boy, Mr. Handsome
Birthday: May 4th 2006
Coloration: Silver Tabby
Likes: My Mommy, playing with my toys, playing in the water, catching and eating bugs, hanging out on the screened porch
Favorite Toy: Anything with Yeeoww catnip in it; the mouse chaser; feather wands
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere comfy
Favorite Food: Fancy Feast
Skills: Being cute, catching bugs
Arrival Story: I was abandoned on a lady's porch, but she found my foster mommy and took me to her. It was love at first sight! For me and my Mommy.
I love nice smells. I love it right after Mommy takes a shower. She smells so good! I rub against her and just purr and purr. I love the Arm&Hammer stuff Mom puts in the litter boxes too. When they have just been cleaned and have fresh litter and that stuff in them ... wowza! I just roll and purr and chirp! Nice smells make me sooo happy!
Well, slap my paw and call me Elvin! I'm a Daily Diary Pick. I wouldn't have known, but thanks to my fellow Tennessee kitty and buddy, Buddie, I can bask in the glow of fame for a few hours. And mayhaps I will get some nummy Halo treats for my achievement? (I have no idea what mayhaps means, but it makes me sound smart, doesn't it?)
Why call me Elvin? Well, if you go to the Daily Diary Picks page (say that fast five times!), it looks like my page is called The Strange Files of Elvin Jones. I kinda wish it was, because that is a pawsome name and much cooler than my title! But the titles are below the photos, not above. Anyway ... kudos to Elvin Jones and all the other Daily Diary Picks.
Mom got up early today, so I was excited because I thought I'd be getting breakfast sooner than usual.
Well, instead of getting tuna, I got plopped in a carrier and stuck in that big machine that purrs louder than I do. I don't like riding in that thing because it makes me feel like I'm gonna puke. And I know that there's only one place that thing goes, and it is the v-e-t! Mom said my gum has a sore on it that needs to be looked at. Well, look at it and leave me home! I started complaining as loud as I could and Mom said I sounded like a little girl. Hey, you'd cry like a girl too if that v-e-t poked on you!
Mom said we were trying out a new v-e-t. We walked in the place and of course all that's there is d-o-g-s! Ugh. The stench of those critters is enough to make a kitty puke! Good thing I hadn't had my breakfast yet.
The first person that came in was a nice girl who told me how handsome I was. So, that made me relax a little. Plus, she didn't poke me with a stick up my bum! Brownie points! Turns out Mom brought some of my golden poop with her so I wouldn't have to get poked. Thanks, Mom!
Then the vet lady came in. She's a vet, not a v-e-t, because she was very nice to me. She did clip my nails, which I hate, but she did it quickly. And she kept telling me how handsome and sweet I was. So I gave her a cheek rub and a cuddle. Then she wanted to take me home! I wonder if she has tuna at her house? Then she pushed on my insides, which I let her know was going too far, and gave me two shots, which weren't bad.
She told my Mom I look great (ya think?) and gave me some pills (boo!) for the sore on my gum. She also wants to see if the pills make my poop more solid. Whatever. My poop is perfect just as it is. Ask my buddy, Newman, who is a world-renowned author and pooper. Newman gave me some space in his new book, "Poopology", to expound on my daily dumps. Thanks, buddy!
Anyway, the new vet gets a paws up. I'm back home now, had my breakfast, my morning poop and now I'm bathing. Life is good.
Keeps the worms away! At least that's what the v-e-t says. I had to go see her today. I have worms. Icky, nast. Well, that's what Mom says about them. They don't bother me so much. So the v-e-t gave me some medicine on my neck, which was good because I hate swallowing medicine. Talk about icky nast! The v-e-t said that I should now poop out dead worms. (Mom is cringing again.)
I was pretty good at the v-e-t. She and her helper kept telling me how handsome I am (Duh!), so I minded my manners. That is until the helper started clipping my nails. Then I showed her my handsome fangs. Yes I did! She made the v-e-t clip my nails after that. It took two of them to do it.
Other than the worms, I am in good shape. It wasn't so bad. I even got some chicken for a treat when I got home.