A Talk With Mistress

Last night, as Mistress was in bed, waiting for her new kitty Mojo, I came into her mind. She didn't really think about why until today when she realized it was May 7th, the day I came into her life 5 years ago. I was sneaky, I didn't tell her ;)

Mistress: Oh hi Sandy! Oh, I love that face!
Me: Yeah, I know, you say that a lot.
Mistress: I know but it's true! Hey, did you meet my new kitty, Mojo?
Me: Well of course I did, who do you think made him climb into that carrier?
Mistress: You did?
I roll my eyes and sigh and try to be patient. Humans can be so slow!
Oh thank you Sandy! I can tell, he'll turn into a really loving cat. Not quite like you or Squeakers, but...
Squeakers becomes her rude self and butts in
Squeakers: Of course, No cat will ever be exactly like me, but he does have a lot of my tendencies, like the biting, remember, Mommy, when I used to bite your bare ankles! Squeakers laughs
Me: Squeakers! What are you doing here?
Mistress: Squaekers! It's so good to see you, I hardly ever get to talk to you anymore! Hey, is Tino here too? I had a dream about him the other night Tino comes in wagging his tail, but he doesn't say much, he's the silent dog type Tino! so good to see you!
Squeakers: Anyway, what I was saying was that...
Me: Oh Squeakers, you always like to interrupt!
Mistress: Squeakers, you were telling me how Mojo is kind of like you?
Squeakers: Oh yeah. Well, he is a biter, but I think that is because he was declawed and he has no front claws to work with like I didn't.
Mistress: Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Squeakers! I wish I would've known better back then, but then you were driving me nuts by clawing my brand new couch...
Me: Mistress, that was like years ago, okay? If she hasn't forgiven you now, she never will!
Squeakers: Right. Anyway, he uses his teeth because he doesn't have his claws.
Me: Right. I will try to work with him on the biting thing. I have already.
Mistress Really Dandy?
Me: Well, he's not biting you as much or as hard as he bit you or your Mom before, has he? And the vet gave you a clue on how to deal with that...didn't she?
Mistress: Yes, thank you Sandy. But why did you let him bite Mom anyway?
Me: hey, I'm an angel cat not a miracle worker! And he didn't have rabies did he? And Older Mistress will be alright won't she?
Mistress: Yes, thank you, even though she missed two trips. But they are both all right.
Squeakers AS I WAS SAYING! Mojo, like that name by the way, has my playfulness, and now that he's calmed down alot, he's turning into a mama's cat, like me, and he liked your friend Jen when she came up the other night, that's like me too! And he eats really good, that was like me too, up until I got sick.
Mistress: Great, thank you Squeakers! So Sandy, what parts of you are in Mojo?
Me: Ummm...I'm not sure yet. Oh yeah, he likes to sleep with you, and he hid under the bed today, that's like me!
Squeakers: Big flippin' deal! We all did that. I slept with her more than you did!
Me:I don't know about that. I camped out on her bed for almost the whole first YEAR that I lived with you two!
Squeakers: Pfft, yeah, whatever. Another thing is that he lies on the top of the condo. That was my hang-out spot! And also he likes the top part of the desk chair. That was also my spot!
Me: Well, after he grows up a little and matures, I will teach him how to be a good, nice kitty like ME! And I'm also gonna teach him how to talk telepathically with you. It might not be for a while, he doesn't seem to concentrate on one thing for a very long time.
Squeakers: Well of course not, Miss Purrrfect! He still has a lot of kitten left in him, he wants to do three things: Play, eat, and sleep and do it many times a day.
Mistress: Girls, I'm getting very tired, so I'm just gonna tell you, thank you for helping me find Mojo and helping me with him. Sandy, you still are so very special to me and always will be, no matter how many cats I have....
Squeakers: Well, she knows that! Good grief. Now, what about me?
Mistress Squeakers, you were my first cat, and so beautiful and sweet and fun and regal and...
Me: Yeah yeah yeah. The woman is getting tired, let her get some sleep.
Squeakers: yeah, this was getting much too mushy anyway.
Mistress: Good night girls, and thank you again. Squeakers, I hope I can talk to you more often. Night night Tino, even though you didn't say anything, it was nice to have you here. Thanks for all your help.

And then she drifted off to sleep and I could finally get away from Squeakers and that shaggy dog and go have fun with my own friends! I'll talk to Mistress anytime she is willing...and able, though.

Remnants of Me: The Cat's Gone, But The Memory Lingers- On...and On...and On!

Yep, I'll never be totally gone. Just like Squeakers. When Squeakers went to the Bridge, a few weeks later, Mistress felt her walking on the bed, and then later, Older Mistress found a leaf on her bed. You see, OM has a very nice decorative, not holiday wreath above her bed, and whenever Squeakers would spend the night at OM's house, she'd stand on the highest pillow, even if it meant stepping on OM's face! Then she'd streeeeeetch as far as pawsible and try to play with that wreath, and OM found a leaf from that wreath on her pillow a few weeks after Squeakers left for the Bridge.

These are the remnants I left:
Remnant #1: Fur. Mistress finally vacuumed it all up, but she does have some of my fur in a plastic bag.
Remnant #2: Pawprints Mistress made that pawprint that she could feel, and the vet made the actual ink prints.
Remnant #3: A Whisker She actually found a whisker that was coming out of me, she didn't pull it, and she keeps it in that Ziplock baggie with the fur.
Remnant #4: Pictures. Lots and lots of pictures and movies.
Remnant #5: Ashes She has my ashes in the same thing that Squeakers' are.
Remnant #6: A Blankie Shutterfly had a deal of $20 off, so she made a fleece blankie online. It has four pics of me on it, and Squeakers is in one of them too, so whenever I try to talk with her telepathically now, I have her lay down and put the blankie on over her.
Remnant #7: One of my favorite green toys She found it yesterday and she thought that she'd had put most of the cat toys away! It wasn't my all-time favorite, that was my green "thing. It was a mouse with its tail missing. I don't know where that thing is. But she found my second favorite.
Remnant #8: Spots on the carpet From when I had my anal sac problem. She says she's getting the carpet cleaned tomorrow, and hopefully all, or at least most, of it will be gone...we'll see!
Remnant #8: Petrified Poo-Poos! Yes, you read right. Petrified poo-poos. I guess my job was done. The last few weeks of my life, I left some hints around the house. I left some poos behind the TV, and some right in front of her, and, of course, two poo-poos on the vet table. Well, she found the ones in front of her, in the bathroom and behind the TV. And finally, today, while cleaning and vacuuming and preparing to get her carpet cleaned, she moved the couch and found the last two! They had been there for exactly TWO MONTHS!! (Exactly. I left on December 17, she found them on February 17!)
Too bad she threw them away, I thought she'd put them in a shrine like what she did with the hair and whisker. Oh well.

Thanks to Everypurr!

Mistress and I want to thank everypurr who thought of us during this very hard time.

We really felt the outpouring of love through many cards, poems that made Mistress cry, rosies, stars and gifts. There were so many of them that there are too many to name!

Also we want to express our thanks to our closest friends on Catster. The A Team, along with many other angel kitties like Hazel Lucy, T.C., Charlie, Arthur and many others including Squeakers made me feel furry comfortable at the Bridge.

Thanks also to the S Team, Chey, Marina and Tosca, Gimli and Kenji, Bea, Samoa and many others for the rosettes, gifts, stars and many purrs, and thanks to their humans for lots of thoughts and purrs.

Mistress is also grateful for her Mom, Older Mistress, and her aunts Sandy and Irene and her Gram June and friends Gary and Jen plus many FB friends for their support.

Mistress said it was harder spending that last ten days with me than it was to watch me leave.

We had a nice last night together. I didn't wanna go to bed with her, but she kinda dragged me to bed and cuddled with me. After that, I laid on the foot of the bed and watched her sleep so that if she woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing she saw was my face.

She got up and hurried around, standing under water and packing things, so I thought she was going to leave me, but the kitty jail was already down.

Mistress didn't want to leave, and actually, neither did I, cuz whenever I go away in that kitty jail, I go to the vet! In the elevator, there was a older lady there, and she asked if I was going to get my shots, so I got worried. Mistress said, almost crying "No...I have to put her to sleep."

The lady said, in kind of a snotty voice "Oh, well I didn't know."

We found Older Mistress, got in her big car, and drove. I sang all the way there. This time, OM didn't tell me to shut up.

When we got there, OM took me out of my jail, and a minute later, we were led to a room with one long table and a counter.

OM put me on the counter, I tried to jump off, but they wouldn't let me.

Some lady put a towel on the table. OM held me for a while, Mistress petted me and talked to me. Then the lady came back and they talked about human stuff like ashes and pawprints and money. Then she told them how I would make my final trip.

then she went away. Mistress held me and I squirmed some more, so she put me on the table, and right away, I pooped on it!

They cleaned it up and later, another white coat lady put another, not so comfortable towel on the table.

I thought I would poop again, but it landed on the floor!

I got lots of pets and hugs and they talked to me. But why couldn't I be home? We could do this at home!

After the longest 45 minutes of my life, I think, the vet that Squeakers used to see, the one she called "Dr. Frizzhead, with the voice like Mickey Mouse" came in.

Oh oh....here I go!

After they talked....wow, they do a LOT of talking! Some other lady came in and shaved the hair off my back leg???>

I was NOT happy about that! I hissed and almost bit OM!

Then they stuck this needle in and they had me lie down. Mistress and Older Mistress petted me and talked really sweet to me. I could see tears coming out of both their eyes. Why? I was going someplace so furry nice!

The last face I saw was Mistress', to her request, that's what we agreed on, so she told Dr. Frizzhead that she wanted the last thing that I see to be her face.

I was being petted by Mistress and then Dr. Frizzhead (Dr. Trombley) gave Mistress a hug and Mistress was upset, but not as upset as she thought she'd be, since she saw that vision and I told her I'd be okay. (that was a few days before the day I left for the Bridge, see diary entry below.)

Now I am nice and healthy, playing with a lot of kitties and dogs too, just waiting for my human, hoping that she will get a new kitty in a while to fill that empty space that I left, in her home and in her heart.

She said that she went to OM's house that day after I left, and when she came home, it was so weird coming home to a home without a kitty. She didn't have time to take up the litterbox, food dishes, toys and my bed, so she had to do that, the place looked just like it did when I was living there. Now, the only things that are out that were mine are my kitty toys.

MOL, maybe she wants to play with them!

Visions of the Future

This is what happened:

I told Mistress to lie down and close her eyes. Pay no mind to the TV or anything else. Finally, she did.

She usually does some breathing exercises to relax, but she didn't need those today.

First, she saw my right eye. then my whole face, surrounded in white, standing on a gold bridge.

After I told her Don't cry, Mistress, I am happy, and this is just a vision of what will possibly be, I am, and will always be with you" she saw Squeakers, and then came Tino, the Maltese dog from her childhood.

Wonder where the kittens, Scooter and Munchie were?? Probably off playing somewhere.

Squeakers was up higher than Tino, she was up flitting her wings around or something, so she put a halo on me.

Thanks Squeaks, I needed that!

Tino, wagging his little white Maltese tail the whole time, fitted me with a set of beautiful white wings that were kinda too big for me, but he told me not to worry, so I won't.

When I looked at a cloud, I saw a reflection of...ME!

But this time, I had no gash on my forehead, my cheeks were nice and full again, my fur was soft and plentiful, and no bones were at all visible!! It was ME!!

Squeakers gave me a light shove...I gave her a dirty look.

She just laughed and said that it was time to go and so I followed her and Tino across the bridge. When we got to the end, there were many cats and dogs there to greet me. One dog had so much hair, I couldn't even see her face!

Towards the end of that vision, since Mistress did what I wanted her to, I jumped up on her lap, and she was surprised almost totally out of her reverie, because I hadn't jumped up on the couch in a couple weeks, and I hadn't jumped directly on her lap in at least a couple months.

I then started to cheekrub and headbonk her hands and face. She asked me if I would knead....hmmmm, not now.

Then the phone rang :( Bringing her back to Earth. I stayed on the arm of the couch for awhile, then she got up, and I jumped down. But I jumped back up on her lap when she sat down again :)

Blood, Taxi Rides and Cancer. What Else??

So, I don't know what happened, but last night, I was doing what I usually do, sleep, eat, walk around. When all of a sudden, goo, red goo no less, started dripping from my forehead!

Eeeeuuuuuwwww!!

I don't know what I did to deserve that!

Now, I'm not that fastidious about cleaning, just like Mistress, but when there is red goo on my head...I WANNA GET IT OFF!

So I started licking my paw and cleaning it, and it tasted like...blood! I haven't bled that much, that I can remember before, but it had that distinctive taste of that stuff that came outta my nose!

Mistress looked at me, asked me to come closer and OMG! I thought I was freaking out! She went nuts! She ran and grabbed paper towels, tissue, gauzes, and lifted me up and tried to wipe it clean.

But, I wanna do it! I didn't want her pressing tissues and gauzes on my head! Owie!

Well, after one gauze pad and one paper towel, it stopped. Then, whaddya know, it started up again!

Then it stopped after more paper towels were filled up. After all that, you won't believe this, I actually wanted to eat!

Mistress was going nuts, she didn't know if I gauged my head on something or what. It was by then 9 P.M. The vet was closed, her mom wasn't home and we couldn't get to the emergency vet, which was too far away.

But the blood stopped.

Then this morning, she looked at my head again, and it seemed just kinda ooky, dried blood on my gorgeous fur!

So she left for awhile. When she came home, it was the same. Then all of a sudden, the floodgates, or should I say "bloodgates" opened up again and it really started bleeding. So Mistress called the vet.

Her mom wasn't home, and Mistress can't drive, so she actually called a cab! I think it was first, and only cab ride!

I wasn't worried til she got the carrier out, but I went in without a fight. actually I wanted that blood to stop too, and if those white coats know how to stop it...well, I guess I have to go.

We got into a car, nothing like Older Mistress' car. and some guy was talking really weird. It sounded like people talk, but Mistress had a hard time understanding him too.

We got there, and of course, I meowed all the way. I saw Dr. Kat, the one I saw months ago.

She weighed me and I lost A POUND AND A HALF SINCE JUNE!!!!!

I don't know what that means, but it was freaking Mistress and Dr. Kat out as much as my bleeding head! So it must not be good.

Then Dr. Kat took me away from Mistress, into another room. It seemed to take forever for them to find out what all that blood was about, I mean, I look like I could be in some kinda horror movie!

Dr. Kat and I came back, she set me on the floor, and I went around cheekrubbing my carrier.

Dr. Kat told Mistress I have some kind of "head cancer??" She said it was some kinda nasal cancer thing, but the first thing she said was "head" cancer. Hmmm...

She said that in June, when they took the x-rays, it was too small to see. Hmmmm.....

She also said that I could live up to six months, or less than two weeks....OH NO!!!

She also said that the reason for the bleeding was that my nose was so stuffed up and I probably had a headache...though I don't remember that....that there was a lot of tension in my head and the cancer or whatever, just blew and caused all that blood and she said it probably won't be the last time.

OH NO! I look like the Night of the Living Dead! Oops, no pun intended.

After I got cleaned up a little (ahh, that felt good!) I was given a shot or two, then back in the carrier.

We waited for awhile, and another cab with another guy who didn't speak very good English, finally picked us up. This guy was more friendly. He said "Your cat cry?" Mistress told him why, then he wanted to get into Mistress' past....Hmmm.... He started asking her how long I've been with her, how long she's lived here, where she lived before. Hmmmm... Oh well.

We got home and out of my jail. I don't know how long I'm gonna have with Mistress though!

and it's so hard cuz Christmas is coming and Squeakers went to the Bridge at this time of year. I don't wanna ruin Mistress and Older Mistress' holiday season! Dr. Kat said that I wasn't in pain, but Mistress is concerned about the blood and my weight, plus she doesn't want me to just "leave" at home when her Mom's out of town so no one could drive us to that last vet visit.

So much to go through. I have a feeling, though, that I'm really gonna be pampurred these next couple weeks. Squeakers, better start making a space for me....

Major Nose Surgery

I had major nose surgery last week...but I didn't have to go anywhere, and the Frizzhead With The Voice Like Mickey Mouse didn't come over, or that Dr. Kat lady.

Mistress did it.

Uh, I know that she studied vet stuff, but I don't think she's certified to go digging around in my nose!

She said that I was snorting a lot lately. She said it went from sounding like kitty snoring to snorting, and that she could hear me all the way across the room.

So she took the crusty stuff off of my nose, and then she gently squeezed my nose bone and some icky goop came out.

Eeeeeeuuuuuuuwwww!! Major gross!!

She wiped it off, but instead of heeding my paw warnings when I gently put my paw on her hand, trying to say "Okay Mistress, stop." She kept going and getting more goo out of my nose!

She even wet a Q-tip, but that didn't help much. It still wouldn't fit up my nose. But it did get the goo off my upper lip so I didn't have to lick it. Euuuuuwww!!

She got a lot of goo out, and then all of a sudden she got all freaked out and said "OMG! Sandy, I'm soooo sorry!" Then she ran away.

What did she do besides dig around in my nose and ignore my paw warnings??

She got a tissue and wiped blood! out of my nose!!

HELP!! I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH!

And she held a tissue up to my nose for a while until she was satisfied that I wasn't bleeding to death anymore.

but she was wrong.

Later, not too much later, she looked at me and saw MORE blood, and a couple drops went on the fleece blanky!

She went and got another little pad and pressed it up to my nose and tilted my head up for a minute until she was satisfied.

After that, I was actually HUNGRY!!!

I went and ate...ON MY OWN! She didn't have to feed me! I even went back...FOR SECONDS!!! And THIRDS!!!

Actually, that nose surgery wasn't so bad in the end. I actually forgave her for it too...last night. I slept with her all night.

Another reason why I did that was cuz it's Squeakers' Bridge day and she was thinking of Squeakers, so I thought it would be nice if she had a nice, cuddly kitty in bed with her.

Things I'm Thankful For:

Happy Belated Thanksgiving efurrykitty! And Happy Black Friday to efurry human that has the nerve to fight crowds and go shopping today!
Mistress was at Older Mistress' house. She left the other day, so I left a few presents on the floor...and they weren't Thanksgiving or early Christmas presents either! HA!

Anyway. Here is what I'm thankful for:
My Mistress.(b Even though she can be quite annoying, and she ditched me to be with that other lady, I'm glad I have her. If not, I either would be dead, or living on the streets, or in another house not so loving, with tons of other kitties.

Older Mistress Cuz even though she steals my Mistress away, she makes up by giving me treats

Trader Joe I don't really know him, but he makes yummy food! I am also thankful for food!

Furiends: Catster friends and human friends alike. I love them one and all!

the top thing, besides having a furever home and food is that Catster is letting me and Mistress on now with out having to log in every time!!!! That is a nice change cuz the last several months we've had to log in every single time and it wouldn't let us connect with Facebook. Before that, I was starting to put my diary on Facebook so that friends one and all could read my brilliant writings (Okay, so I'm not modest all the time!) but recently, it's been very hard to do that. we had to do it the old way, by copy and paste.

Which shows what a spoiled, lazy kitty I really am!

Thanks Catster, I hope it stays this way!

*****A million kisses and cheekrubs*****

I'm Comfy Here...Thanks

I was furry sweet to my Mistress this morning. Actually last night.

She brought me to bed with her last night, and after I finished cheekrubbing her space mask, I followed her legs down to the foot of the bed and settled down for a long nap.

I think I stayed all night!

Then, this morning, I can't remember if I got up or not, but she found some fresh poopies in my box, uh, one hanging from my box! MOL. So I must have gotten up.

But I thought it was past time for her to get up and I cheekrubbed the mask, then started cheekrubbing her! She got all cute and cuddly and started cooing at me....Yuck! So I went back to the foot of the bed again, until I actually saw some life in her, and then I came back.

And so...after all that, what did she do?

First, she whined about the poopie on the side of the box. Well, I'm sooooooo sorry! So my aim was off! She should've cleaned that box before she went to bed anyway!

Last night, she wanted to stretch out on the couch. She started reading the Cat Who books, so she wanted to stretch out, I guess. So she put my bed, yes, the one that she washed, ans had been trying to get me to sleep in for the past five months, on the floor!
The past few weeks, since she tricked me into lying on the bed, the bed has been on the couch. I like it on the couch, especially covered with the warm fleece blanket. Especially now that it's getting cold, it's nice and snuggly.

But on the floor?? Okay, so a few months ago, before ***THE WASHING*** it was on the floor...but I like it on the couch now! I mean, I am not a dog, meant to sleep on the floor, having to smell dirty human feet!

So this morning, I laid on HER side of the couch! HA! And the bed, was still on the floor.

Then she moved the bed back up on the bed. But I stayed on her side of the couch...It's too late to play that game sista!

Then she put the fleece blanky on the bed. Ooh, that looks inviting, but I'm trying to prove a point here! That you can not just move my bed any old place you want it and expect me to lie on it!

Then she put me on the bed. I got off and went to her side of the couch again. Then she put me on my bed again.

Hey Mistress, you can't just put me somewhere and expect me to stay there!!

Oh oh. I guess she did win this debacle. I just went on the bed and curled up. *hangs head in shame*

No!! I shouldn't be ashamed! First, it's MY bed, and second, I did it when I wanted to, not when she wanted me to! Maybe I won't wake her up tomorrow with nice soft and warm cheekrubs!

Koniption

Humans are a funny breed.

They do the weirdest things. They can be most funniest when they laugh.

We cats don't find many things funny, but if we do, we remain our dignity and just think "Okay, that was humorous." Smile to ourselves and if whatever was so funny was incredibly funny, so funny that we cannot retain our dignity in front of our humans, we raise our tails, and slink out of the room and have a good long meow.

Most of the time though, by the time we get to the other room, we either forget what was so funny...or we don't find it so funny anymore.

Humans, on the other hand, do just the opposite. In fact, it's kinda funny to watch them make fools out of themselves...even if they are alone. Although, if they have one or more cats, they are never alone!

I sincerely thought my Mistress was gonna have some kinda koniption or something last night.

A koniption is different then a seizure, which she hasn't had for months!

She was watching something on YouTube. I was trying to catch a few thousand winks on the couch, but it wasn't easy.

She was watching something by Bill Cosby. Actually, she watched him for hours. And it wasn't the old Cosby Show, which is funny too, but not HILARIOUS!

She woke me from a sound sleep by just laughing normally like "hahahahahahahahaha!"

Now that's normal.

So I thought, while I was up, and she woke me up, I'd go and get some food.

After awhile, she got louder: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Yeah, okay. Whatever.

I walked over to her chair to see what was so funny. I didn't see anything but her looking at a screen, and it wasn't the big TV screen.

Hmmm.

Then, all of a sudden, I thought she was gonna have a fit! A Koniption!

Her face screwed up so much that I could only see slits for her eyes, and they were leaking. I wasn't sure if she was crying or laughing!

Then I could tell.

You know how they say that Santa Claus' belly shook like a bowlful of jelly??

Well, it really can happen!

Then she started slapping her knees!

And she kept on screaming "AHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHA!!

And if there was something that she thought was really, REALLY REALLY incredibly funny, I couldn't hear any laughing, she would just sit there, shaking and leaking (out of her eyes!)

What the heck was so incredibly funny anyway?

I thought she was gonna fall off her chair, so I meowed a warning. After all, I was almost right underneath her, if she fell off her chair...AHHHHH! Cat pancake!

Well, she finally calmed down, but tears were still streaming out of her eyes, and she leaned over and pet my head.

Well, at least I knew she wasn't having a seizure.

For the next hour I just sat there and looked at her like she was nuts. I learned that from Squeakers. She used to sit and look at Mistress like she was totally nuts, especially when she was on the computer. That used to make her nervous! MOL! That Squeakers had some good ideas.

After the video, she looked at me and laughed again, but just like "Hahahahahaha" and then she petted my head again.

She was up pretty late watching that Bill Cosby dude. But the videos after that first one didn't make her laugh as hard and loud as that first one.

Thank goodness!

Messing With Mistress' Mind

I was so hungry, and I wanted Mistress to feed me...I mean, hand feed me!

She used to do that a lot cuz she wanted me to eat and she would do anything...anything to get me to eat!

And I know that.

So here comes the game:

I meow, whine, cry, anything.
She gets up and checks the food supply and water supply and tells me that I have plenty of food.

Well I know that!!

We both look at the food dish, then I look at her, then back at the food dish and back at her...for about five minutes.

She shrugs and walks away and tells me I need to eat.
We wait for awhile. I don't eat, I just fallow her around and give her my "pathetically starving kitty" look.

Usually it doesn't take long for her to fold. She gets up and grabs the food dish and starts feeding me...kibble by kibble until I've had my fill.

SUCCESS!! I win again!

Now, on weekends, she gives me wet food. I don't have to manipulate her to get me to eat with that.

In fact, I follow her into the closet and back and stare at her with that "pathetically starving kitty" look while she opens the can and dishes out the food. She can't seem to do it fast enough!
As soon as she sets it down, I chow down!

Yesterday, though, I was soooooo hungry! She grabbed the bowl, sat down to get ready to feed me, and held the bowl at my eye level, so I started to get closer and on my hind legs, so she lowered the bowl and I just ate...and ate...and puked...and ate my puke...and ate some more!

She was even telling me to...SLOW DOWN!

I can't believe it! First I don't eat enough, then I eat too fast and too much!

Well Mistress said that I didn't eat too much, she was happy that I ate all I did. Even the pukey kibbles.

So today I played another manipulative game with her. She grabbed the bowl, put it at my eye level...and I looked at her like she was nuts!

MOL!

So she just shrugged again, and set the bowl down. She doesn't like to have the kibble bowl in the living room for too long, cuz sooner or later she'll kick it over and then have to sweep up kibbles.

She was planning on taking the bowl back to the kitchen in a few minutes, but then I started to eat. I eat kinda funny, she wanted to get it on her camera, but once she grabbed the camera, I stopped eating!

I know I'm cute, but I'm not a model!

Instead of eating straight out of the bowl, I like to kick the kibbles out, line them up on the floor, then eat them!

And she thinks that is so cute! Whatever.

MOL! I love messing with Mistress' mind!!