
December 6th 2006 5:41 am
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That's right, after 8 years of reading everyone elses she finally gots us our own. You can find it here - kattoniccatsDOTblogspotDOTcom, course you gotsa substitute the big words with an actual dot (like this . and then you can read more about us). We'll be adding picshers and stuff when momma figures out how to get them offa daddy puter. 
October 1st 2006 2:52 pm
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Around here we call the vet T.E.D. - The Evil Doctor. He pokes, he squeezes, he shines lights in our eyes and he weighs us (and sometimes says we're fat). But yesterday, he said I had lost a pound, and I'm perfect! That's right, I'll be ten years old next May and I have the body and reflexes of a much younger cat. Now mommy hassa wait until next week to hear about the blood work, but I'll bet that's perfect too! I gave him a hard time too, even though I was trankilized. I tried to put the bitey on him but he was to quick and got his hand out of the way just in the nick of time. Then he said my teefs look reeley good. If I had gotted to put the bitey on him he woulda seyed they were reeley sharp too. Oh, the bestest part was when momma was payin' the bill the nice tech gave me a treat! It was yummy, I never eat treats but that one smelled and tasted soooo good. And then mommy asked her what it was and guess what--momma wented to the store and bought some! They are called Wisker Lickins' tartar control and they're from Purina. She gots me the tuna ones for me. And they are mine! Not Sadie and espeshaly not Speedy (the crossed eyed, fat butt, poop flinging freak's). Well, gotsa go now, dinner is waiting for me. 
September 7th 2006 5:09 pm
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It's true, he keeps laying down on top of Sadie (get your mind out of the gutter). She does a turtle in the hallway and he just drapes himself over her AND SHE LET'S HIM. At least for a little while, then she complains and mommy has to get him off her. And he tried to take my stuffed animal, it's mine, it's been mine for the last 10 years. I sleep with it! Just because it was on the floor in the living room doesn't mean he can touch it or anything. Geez, he's such a brat. 
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