Eye troubles again

I went to the v-e-t on the weekend because my eyes were playing up again. The vet persuaded Mummy to try giving me eye drops, even though it said in my file that I'm not good to give drops to. I got an elephant stamp for being good at the vet as usual. Orkney said an elephant is the most appropriate stamp for me, I wonder what she meant?
Anyway, that evening Mummy crept up on me, seized my head and put drops in my eyes! I shut my eyes tight, jumped up and ran outside to roll on the concrete, which is something that always makes me feel better. I rolled and rolled and then I ran to the gate and sat there with my eyes still tightly shut. I wouldn't open them at all for at least ten minutes.
Mummy gave me another dose the next day and I struggled and cried and shut my eyes again for a long time. She says she's going to tell the vet no more eye drops. The antibiotics do the job without having to torture me as well.

We're still here

I'm disgusted that Mummy hasn't let us type in my diaries for so long, so I asked if I could have some typist time today.
It's been a busy and stressful start to our year so we apologise if we haven't kept up with our friends' doings as well as we would like. I won't bore you with all the details but Mummy has finally got some long-term work, only it seems to be the job from hell and sometimes she comes home looking as though she has been walloped by a sandbag. And speaking of sandbags we have of course had the horrible floods and rains Down Under. Luckily we were never in any real danger here, but it really was a miserable summer all around.
Since I last typed I have been to the vet a couple of times with my mucky eyes. The vet suggested Mummy try me on Lysine which she has done for several weeks, but she's taken me off it now because she felt it was making me lethargic and unwell. I've been off it for three days and I'm much more like my old self, only with mucky eyes again. :( Looks like I will have to have some more antibiotics. *sigh*

Eenie meenie minie mo - my turn to go to the vet

Hang on, wasn't it my turn last time? Not fair! Mummy said I had to go because my eye was all mucky again and she didn't like the look of it. The vet didn't like the look of it either. I have two kinds of antibiotic this time, both to be taken on food, which is of course my favourite way to take anything. I was really, really good for the vet and Mummy gave me a big cuddle when we got home, though I hope next time she does eenie-meenie-minie-mo, her finger lands on somebody else.

My Diet is Working!

Mummy's having an eventful week, what with all the hassles with her Internet and then the place where she went to work to earn money to buy cat food, well she says it went down the gurgler, whatever that means, and now she hasn't got a job for the moment. So she said she reeeally didn't need a double vet bill right now but as I had a mucky eye I would have to go. I told her it could wait until she starts working again but she said tough luck, we're off to the vet and loaded me and Arrow into our Portajails. I sang cat opera in the car all the way there. Arrow sat in the front seat and didn't sing anything.
The vet gave me some medicine for my eye, but here's some GOOD news, my diet is really working! I'm down from 9.8 kilograms to 7.4. How good is that! Mummy is so proud of me.
Now that I am slimmer, perhaps a handsome tom might come out of the woodwork and send me a Valentine? Teeheehee!

I Got A Rat!

Mummy's internet connection is down, but I insisted she type a diary entry for me at the place she goes to earn money to buy cat food. Yes, after everyone laughed at my efforts to catch a mouse on the front porch, I caught a big grey rat! All by myself, too! Arrow wanted to have it but I growled at her and said she couldn't touch my rat, it was a present for Mummy. Mummy loved it.
I'm working on a mouse at the moment. It's loose in the house and boy is it fast. Then again I'd probably put on a burst of speed if I were a mouse loose in a house with five cats....

Mouse Party!

We had a Mouse Party last night and boy was it fun! Mummy looked out onto the front patio to see me leaping and pouncing and skittering across the concrete after something. She let Orkney and Bunty out to party with me and we had a blast! When she looked out again a couple of hours later we had proudly laid a kill on the welcome mat. She opened the door for a closer look and Bunty came waltzing around the corner with another one hanging out of her mouth! So she hastily shut the door and we partied all night. Yeah!
Oh, and where was Chief Mouser Arrow during all this? Snoring in her office chair, the party pooper!

I'm naughty & sporty!

Now that I've been on my diet for a few months I've become quite sporty and svelte - well, comparatively speaking anyway. I can do more things now like jump on the bench and sit in the kitchen sink - all things I'm not supposed to do of course!
One thing I AM supposed to do is catch mice - and I waited two hours outside our little cat house (Salon Kitty) until the mouse I was stalking finally made a run for it. I got him! I got him! I was squeaking with delight to let Mummy know I had one. But I got so carried away I dropped him and then Mummy had to pick me up and point me in the right direction. She even brought Orkney in to help out, but I didn't want help. It was my mouse! I was so busy hissing at Orkney, the mouse got away again. And then I had to go and lie down after all the excitement. But Mummy is not worried, she knows that with five of us here, sooner or later that mouse is a goner.

The Great Weigh-In

Mummy popped Orkney in the cage to go to the vet for her checkup this morning, and I was having a good laugh at her when I suddenly found myself being heaved into a cage as well! What the...?
Turns out she wanted to weigh me to see how my diet is progressing and thought I would enjoy the car ride with Orkney. What was she thinking, we all hate car rides. I cried all the way there as usual. The vet tech got me out of the carrier (puffing with exertion) and plopped me on the scales. 9.1 kilos! I've lost 700 grams. I think that's close to 2 pounds. But they want me to lose more. When is this going to end??

One Month into the Diet!

I've been on my diet for a month now and I'm really getting the hang of it. The change in routine upset everyone for the first few days, not just me. Here's how Mummy has been managing it:
Tara the wussbag gets fed in the back bedroom as usual, she gets her special food for old furts and gets shut in there. ( I sometimes wish she'd stay there, but she is fun to torment when she comes out.)
Mummy puts my special diet food down in the main bedroom and shuts me in.
Orkney, Bunty and Arrow have their food in the kitchen as usual. When they have had their bowls down for 20-30 minutes, Mummy takes up the bowls and puts them in the cupboard. (NOT the one that Arrow and Bunty can open,alas!) Then she opens the bedroom door and lets me out. I run to the kitchen and look disappointed, then I get over it. It's taken a couple of weeks to get this routine down pat - you should have heard the whingeing that the others went on with when their bowls first disappeared, but they get it now. Initially Orkney was very worried and kept yapping at Mummy to tell her I was locked in the bedroom. I guess she thought I might fade away from hunger
(**comment from Mummy - not any time soon!).
I've lost a bit of weight and Mummy has been so pleased with the way I have adapted, she bought me my own special water bowl with "Good Cat" written on it. I love it!

What a Surprise!

It was so pawesome to learn that I had been chosen as DOTD. Thanks to everybody who sent me messages and rosies and lovin'. I am soooooooooo sorry I have not responded as Mummy has broken the computer really badly this time. Our human uncle Colin is fixing it. I'm dictating this over the phone to Mummy at work, she promises she will respond to every one personally when the computer is back.