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A Day in the Life of a Tinky Cat...

Movin' On...

Mom Lady has been telling me that I'm movin. But I'm not goin with strangers and Mom Lady will still see me when she visits.

I'm going to be livin with Drew and Tracy. Now I guess Mom Lady has been expectin this would come someday. Drew adopted me from the BC SPCA with his birthday money when he was 7 years old. I've watched him grow from a little boy to a young man.

Tracy say's I'm going to live like a king. She & Drew have been purchasin all sorts of stuff for me already.

I can see it now. No troll jumping on me because his food isn't comin fast enough...ahhhhhh. I've kind of got used to Mollie though I still feel scared if she's moving too fast.

It will be just me, Drew, Tracy an the hump brothers. I don't mind them much, as long as they're not in my face or messing up my bed.

I know Mom Lady is feelin a bit sad. She has taken care of me all my life and even stood up fur me when it was needed.

Still...to live out the rest of my days living like a king. The very thought of it brings out a loud, content purrrrrr.

Mom Lady is going to transfer my page to Tracy to keep up.

Loud, content purrs...

Spring....

I do luv spring. It seems like such a long winter, being cooped up with the troll an it's so nice to get outdoors and take in the warm sun and spring smells.

We've had a few nice days where I've managed to get past the smelly dawg and outside to enjoy some warm fresh air. Mom lady knows I won't stray far. There's this thing called a hi-way by our pad and you should see the size of the monsters that go whizzin by...oh my kitty!!

I don't wanna mess with them, I'm meowin.

Now Troll's another case altogether. The 2 legged's joke that troll was stepped on by a cow when he was a kitten but he really did have a turned in paw. He's jus not the brightest fur in the litter. He's hooked on his Maui Wowie and then he wants to wrastle with me. Fur kitties sakes, I'm 13 years old now. I'm too old fur wrastlin.

So here I am today...enjoyin the warm sunlight. When who appears in the arms of my daddy, Drew...but the troll himself...wearing a bunny harness......an then he was put onto Mollie's (the smelly dawg) tie out, mol!!! You bet I stuck round fur the show. Not to mention I got some Maui Wowie out of the deal....hmmmm....get a little afternoon sunshine buzz and laugh at the trolls humiliation....

What more could a kittie ask fur??? Life is good.

Keep purrin....

The trip to the vet...

Well today started out like any other day.

The sun was shinin and Drew opened the back door so I could get out an explore.

I was out there surveyin the land and enjoyin the sun, when I could hear mom lady calling. She had treats in her hand so naturally I went to her.

Well, little did I know it was a trap. She gave me a couple of measlie little treats and scooped me up in her arms. She already had the troll in the crate.

Mom lady has some not-so-fond memories of trying to get me into the crate when I didn't want to so not she just carries me into the car for whatever short trips we take.

Well, this short trip was to the vet office and I was NOT impressed. I was shakin and meowin and I just wanted to run from there. Mom lady just held me in her arms and rocked me gently. She kept tellin me it was gonna be ok. Troll, he was just chillin in the kennel; except fur when we were in the car on the way there. Then he cried like a baby (meoew, meoew)...well, ok...so did I but I was scared, ok???

Well they weighed me and I gained 1 1/2 lbs. Not too bad considerin porko (I mean Troll) gained 3 lbs.

When the doc came in, he poked me everywhere. I swear, he thought he was kneadin a loaf a bread or somethin. I may have plumped up a bit but still. I tried to make myself invisible in the corner but it didn't work. He said I look pretty good fur 12 but talked to mom lady about trying to clean my teeth - like I'd EVER let her near my teeth. Then he jabbed me not just once but twice.

It was just awful.

I was so traumatized that when Troll came out of the crate, I went in. And I wouldn't come back out again. Mom lady had to carry Troll home.

And then the icing on the cake...this is how mean mom lady really is. Once we were home and finally starting to relax again; she comes over to me holds onto me and squirts stuff on my neck. She says now that I'm going outside again, I need to be protected. PROTECTED??? I think I need to be protected from you mom lady!!! I've known for 12 years about the plot to kill me. All of you are in on it. And don't think I'm fooled by the treats you gave me when it was all over. Yes they were delicious but I'm still not fooled.