Yowza!

So, I've since moved again, to a small place. When will I ever wander the mansion I deserve? I had to get my first rabies shot in order to move in; I ended up getting very sick for the first time in four years. My immune system couldn't take it, I wasn't eating, drinking, and I had a lot of "potty" issues. I've never been afraid of death, but Shannaface took a few days off work and her and Booface were there for me, making sure I was fed my "gruel" every 4 hours even though I really didn't want it. I also didn't want the various pills they kept giving me everyday. It was really scary, but I'm 100% back to normal. This all happened about a month ago, but Shannaface got me a new mouse, and I'm really obsessed with it. Speaking of which...

A new place to live.

No, Shannaface did not get rid of me. She'd be a fool to do so and she knows she can't live without me. But she and myself did move into her beau's cozy little apartment. They share it with another roomate. I love the space, lots of new hiding spaces, but the hardwood floors are quite dangerous. Another plus is someone is almost always home to give me loves. The downside? The other roomate may bring a pooch. Doesn't she know I may hurt the thing? Dogs drool. Cats rule.

Happy Holidays from Abigail!

I received my very own kitty condo, a kitty fisher toy, tons of catnip mice, tons of jingle balls, and many other small toys to attack, as well as a fresh tin of catnip and a cat grass kit for when my tummy gets upset! Pictures and videos coming soon of my first Yule/Christmas with Shannaface!

Triumph

I have mastered going up and down the ladder to go upstairs and downstairs!! I woke mommy and daddy up last night to show them what I learned. They seemed excited but... they went back to sleep without congratulating me =(

Conjunctivitus!

Went to the vet today because my eye wasn't getting any better and my eye was starting to bald! The vet concluded [after unessesarily taking my temperature] that I have conjunctivitus! How embarassing. And now my mom sticks me in the eye twice a day with ointment. Then she wonders why I won't come out from under the bed! Psh.

my dad

my mom thinks im a poopy butt but my daddy thinks im great, its because i am = )

Chips in General

So... I love chips. I've gotten into the Lay's Sour Cream and Onion... those were really good, but Shannaface was mad and hid them from me. But she was also stupid enough to leave out the Doritio's bag a few days later! She left for School and came back to a ripped open bag, and vomit! I know I shouldn't eat them because of my restrictive digestive system... but they are so salty! And delish! Crunchy, too. She wasn't happy with me, mostly because she doesn't like cleaning cat puke. I guess I wouldn't like to either if I had thumbs to clean it up with. Oh well, include this in her punishment for making me wear this stupid collar, and then uploading humilating pictures of me in it on MySpace AND Catster. I sound angry, but I really do love her. She makes me purr.

I'm having a rough week

Went to the vet 2x in one week. One for my final check up before adoption (yay!). I've been getting along nicely in my new home, but I got a small abrasion from rubbing on things too roughly. Unfortunately I kept opening the wound, because d-----t, I refuse to change my old habits. So Shannaface took me to the vet to get something to put on it and a method of stopping me from opening the wound... again. The vet was very nice, until she stuck that thermometer up my butt. You can bet I was not going to move out from under that chair after that unwanted violation. Anyway, now Shannaface has to put this antibiotic ointment on my eye 2x a day. Yeah, like I'm going to sit there and let her poke at my eye. Especially after she put one of those plastic cone things on my head. I can't move without running into anything. Luckily it's short enough so that I can still eat, but Shannaface thinks its too short and that I'm going to keep rubbing things and open it. I have a feeling this time tomorrow she's going to put a longer sattelite dish on my head. In which case I'm never leaving from under the bed again. It's humiliating enough that she had to make a big gap for me to get in and out from under the bed without getting stuck. On the bright side, everyone at the vet told me how gorgeous I was. And how true that is. Even with a plastic dish on my head.