When to say when.

I said When. I had enough. I went from four pills a day to nine pills a day and I said ENOUGH. I was so full of pills I didn't have room for my actual food and I love to eat! I couldn't eat, I wasn't strong enough to walk and my fur was a mess! Being chronically ill and acutely ill just was too much for me. I asked the feeder to let me go and she did. She cried like a baby, I smiled for the first time in weeks. I don't take any pills! I'm wandering around outside and eating anything I want! The whole place is padded! The sun is always shining and there is a special sun ray just for me. I feel great! And even better? No More Trips To The Vet!! Woo-Hoo!!!

I was busy.

I would have posted but I was busy, busy losing weight, busy being hungry all the time, just busy being busy. The feeder was concerned, she said she wanted to sleep at night or something really selfish like that and so she took me to the vet and that really made me annoyed with the whole world and now I have another pill to take every day. I hate the feeder.

I hate the dog too. And thunder. And possibly fireworks. Really, I pretty much hate everything.

I was tagged!

Here are the seven random/interesting facts about myself:

1. I believe that what happens between a feline and his lovey should remain in the bedroom or the living room or under the dining room table where it belongs.

2. I am not actually fat, I was born with too much skin. It causes an optical allusion that is suggestive of extra weight but really isn’t. 17.5 pounds is not fat, it is 8.5 pounds of extra skin on top of my actual weight, which is only 9 pounds. I am actually quite lithe when you know what you are looking at – which is not a fat cat, it is a cat with extra skin. I don’t need your judgment, I need a handicapped parking sticker.

3. I do not hate everyone in the world.

4. I get pleasure from both reading and writing poetry , Ode to a Dead Waterbug and My Lovey, My Light… are two that I am very proud of . I have also dabbled in composing classical music with my Symphony in Q and The Catbert Variations. I also enjoy long walks along the back of the couch.

5. I do not judge other cats by the color of their fur, rather by the length of their tails.

6. I hate Velcro.

7. I have sniffed the dog and not hated what I smelled.

Strange

The Dog is ill. The Feeder is hurting and I'm doing what I can to heal her, but I'm afraid it's going to get worse. The Dog smells different.

What you cared I was gone?

Yeah. It's been a while. I've been busy. I have things to do. The dog can update every ten minutes because the dog has that kind of time. I don't. I have a life.

For instance. Do you think someone else is going to take my naps for me? I don't think so. I have a responsibility. If I'm not awake to roam all night, who is going to watch the house? The Dog? Yeah, right. The dog is sound asleep on her side, farting by 9pm. I feel safer all ready.

It's up to me. If I don't get my rest, well, the burglar alarm doesn't notice moths or dust bunnies or any one of a thousand uninvited house guests. If it wasn't for me, we'd be living in the rain forest. The dog barks at leaves but who is it who makes sure they don't make it past the entry way?

The Dim leading The Disturbed.

The feeder smells like other cats. Out Door Cats, very young outdoor cats if I am correct and I believe that I am - in all things. The dog has also reported to me that the feeder has been loitering near a community of these outdoor cats and has been speaking to one of the in a very familiar voice. The dog believes that she may have named one of them, a very young one. The feeder is clearly out of her mind.

Sigh.

The feeder took me to a place. I had to be in a vehicle with not only that whinny other cat, I also had to share space with the dog. We had to share a very small space. The dog sniffed me! When the vehicle stopped finally, I was moderately less unhappy. But the other cat and the dog were there too, it wasn't fair! The other cat planted herself in the window and stayed there! I mean the nerve! In the past, that was my window! I was protecting the house from chipmunks before she was even born and now she thinks it's her window?

I did get to go out for walks., I got to actually sniff them in real time! I alsoearned about a big creature that was not a dog, it was bigger than a dog and smelled worse. Other cat never made it off the porch. HA.

Blah, De Blah, Blah

"I'm the tenth prettiest! You can't push me around!, what a crock! The tenth prettiest what, the tenth prettiest dog? She's a pretty dog. That is a contradiction in terms, "Pretty Dog". It's nonsence, it's like "soft rock".

Oh Whatever.

Blah, Blah, blahhhhhhhhh. I am so over this whole "summer" thing. The blinds are closed, I happen to like sitting in the sun, should I care about the carpet? it's not my problem! I can't see out my window! There are cats outside and I can't watch them! it' s not right. And the dog, the dog gets to go outside! and the dog has actually seen the cats face to face! The Dog! Again, it's not right!. I hate the dog I hate the feeder and I want fresh water in my bowl, like now.

Finally

The Other Cat is gone. I am so happy. The nasty little beast. I'm going to have my whole house back. I deserve this. I was nice to the beast and didn't once try to sit on it. I also did her the favor of making sure that her box smelled mostly of me. I did it for her. She didn't understand it, but I used her box as a favor to her. I also hid her toys, as a favor to her. When I smacked her around, didn't let her get up on the chair or the bed or go anywhere above the floor... Huge favors to her. I could have ignored her , but no I inolved her in amost all my day to day scheduling. I should be nominated for some award. Really.