Daily Diary Pick!

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.
Party on!

A new vet

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.

A poop a day ...

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.

Wooohoooo!

I am Diary of the Day! Wow! Thanks Catster!
Of course I have been rubbing it in to Sugar and Abner. Hey ... they bragged to me when they were Daily Diary Picks. That's right ... picks! But I won the big prize! Yeah, baby! I'm da cat! Well, at least until Artie decides to pin me again.

Thanks to Buddie, Hazel Lucy, Calvin & his crew, Mathis & his family, Oliver Pantherfoot (what a cool name!) and Hooch (another cool name!) for the rosettes and best wishes. You guys rock!

I'm gonna go see if there are any pancakes to eat. Happy Mardi Gras! Laissez les bon temps roule (which means 'Party On!' in English)!

Birthdays and Oscars and Pancakes, Oh MY!

Today is the birthday of two well-known (and super-sized) Catsters. Nike and Reebok are 4 years old today. These guys are HUGE! Reeb is more than twice my size! Wow. I wanna be that big! I'm scrawny.

Mom just weighed me (well, she held me while she weighed herself), and I still don't weigh 10 pounds! Dang it. Artie is bigger than me now, and he likes to pin me. I am not a wrestler! Do I look like Mickey Rourke? Gee, I hope not. That Dude is scary looking. Mom says he used to be handsome, but then he messed up his face boxing and the plastic surgery he got afterward made it worse. I think it would help if he would wash his hair and get some new glasses. Oh well, at least he is an animal lover.

Speaking of ... did any of you cats watch the Oscars last night? Can you say B O R I N G? We got so bored we stopped watching and then watched later on the DVR so we could fast forward. The only bit we really liked was when Ben Stiller came out in a disguise and made fun of Joaquin Phoenix's new look. MOL! That was 'grate'!

In case you didn't know, tomorrow is Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras! It's the day before Lent, so you get to eat like a pig and party like crazy before you have to be good until Easter. Fat Tuesday is a day for eating ... pancakes especially! I like pancakes! Well, more specifically, I like to lick the syrup and butter off of them. Mmmmmm. Maybe if I eat lots of butter and syrup tomorrow, I'll gain a pound or two! That would be pawsome!

Mwhahahahah!

I love messing with my sisters! It's so much fun to get them all worked up! Hehehehe
So this morning, Daisy and I were in Mom's office with her. There's a Styrofoam box in there that we both like to sleep in. Anyway, I was looking out the window and I saw Daisy headed over to the box. So I lept over to Mom's desk and jumped down into the box just before Daisy could get to it! Mwhahahahahah! You shoulda seen the look on her face! Then, I gave her the Stink Eye. She hates that. It was great! Made my day! But then Mom put her hand over my face and told me to stop.

Then Daisy walked off to another part of the office. And I jumped out of the box. Mission accomplished! hehehehe

Not guilty!

I did not break into the treats! It wasn't me!

Mom came home from somewhere and found a package of treats on the floor. I was sitting there ... just guarding the mess until she got home ... and I got blamed for making it! Gee whiskers!

Here's how it started ... Mom had some treats for us. There were 12 containers all wrapped up in plastic. Well, somecat knocked them off the shelf, tore open the plastic, tore the tops off some of the containers and chewed through the aluminum foil covers to get the treats!

So, I saw the treats on the floor and went over to investigate. I knew Mom wouldn't be happy when she got home, so I sat there and guarded the treats so the other cats wouldn't make an even bigger mess. Then, I get blamed for it! Gee whiskers! I mean, I did eat a few, but they were all over the floor and I was just helping clean them up.
But I didn't make that mess! I wouldn't chew through aluminum foil. It hurts my teeth.

Somecat needs to step up and confess and get me out of trouble!

I guess it's true

Have you ever heard the expression "Squeaky wheels get the grease?" Well, I know for a fact that squeaky girls get their diaries chosen by Catster. Hmph.

Sugar whined about me wrecking the Fling-ama-String we got for Christmas, which was soooo not true. The FaS still works just fine. It may be a little slower, but that just makes it easier to attack and destroy the string on it! Anyway, Sugar's whiny diary entry got her chosen as a Diary Pick of the Day. So now she's prancing around like she thinks she's all that and a bag of cat treats! As if! I'm the one that got this party started by wrecking, um, breaking in, the FaS! If it wasn't for my prowess at showing the other cats in my family how to get the most out of your toys, Sugar would still be anonymouse. So there! Girls!

The only good thing about all of this is that Mom will probably feel obligated to buy us another Fling-ama-String! Yeah! And I will be happy to break that one in too!

Over and out
Ollie, bugcatcher and toy-breaker-inner extraordinaire

My good name is being sullied!

Sugar told Violet that I "wrecked" our new Fling-ama-String toy. Um, no, I didn't. I do like to chew on the elastic band, and I pull it off the roller a lot, but Mom always fixes it.

Sugar is just jealous because she's not fast enough to catch the string, like I am. She just sits and watches it go by and swats at it. You're supposed to attack it and kill it! That's what I do! Yeah!

I told Mom I need my own Fling-ama-String so I can "wreck" it all I want!

Tag

I was tagged by the handsome PRINCE, who has a really cool flag hat for the Fourth of July! I need one of those.

Here's how to play the game. It's summertime and there are lots of things to do during this time of year. I would love to hear what you like to do during the summer. List 5 things you like to do and then tag 5 of your furiends!

The things I like to do in the summer are.......

1. I love to nap on the cat tree on the screened porch!

2. I love to sit on the porch and watch the birds fly by!

3. I love to chase bugs and wasps on the porch!

4. I love to chase my new brother Artie!

5. I love to eat bugs! Any kind, any place.

I'm not tagging any cat, because some cats don't like to play. But if you want to play, let me know so I can read your Tag!