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The Life & Love of Mrs. Ivee Puss

Feeline Better, but...

December 7th 2007 11:30 pm
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HI Folks,
I've been doing better, but still seem to be on the mend. My non-furry parents got a call back from the vet with lab results that showed a whole lot of nothing, & some days I greet them with my ducky-quacky meow, some days not. I'm eating fine, but non-furry Mama is still not quite sure I'm on the mend. She is delighted to see she was a Polydactyl "pick o' the day" & awful glad to see that people sent good vibes & prayers for me. That made both of beam with pride, as I must admit, I am a ham & a pet-hog, so she brought me in front of that thingy & showed me some weird looking hyroglyphic looking squiggles & swirls which she told me that these odd glyphs & pictures of other kitties were good things meant just for little ol' me! Take that Edgrrr & WooWoo, I was 1st this time around! Nyah!
My non-furry parents noticed that I'd not feel well & would retch a lot when they'd let that darned dog (ooooof, I despise those things!) into MY room, so JOY of JOYS, the dog is now denied access, so I get all the attention with some spare moments of letting some loving for the other kitties to be given. I've also got a feline foe, I shan't refer to her as a cat, as she is most certainly not like me & has taken to showing her wanton ways by showing her posterior & making horribly loud howls, as if any of us proper beings would be interested in her. Hmmmph! She's this diabolical Siamese, who struts her stuff & has the audacity to try to claim this house as her own. I've left a few claws in her head to dissuade her, but she's about as bright as a dump truck stuck in reverse (yes, I realize that this is not a "light" comparison, therefore you should get my drift of her brilliance) & keeps up her sneak attacks, only to have either the non-furry parents or myself & my daughter Dottie to keep her in check. Poor little Jinxy Minxy just cowers under the couch whenever she's around, I for one, will not stand to have a commoner upset my throne or my court, for I AM THE QUEEN & she best get that through her thick, Siamese head. I try not to be racist, but this heathen just makes me throw my paws over my eyes as I exclaim, those horrible foreigners! I know I should be the diplomat, but those blue eyed weirdos are always up to something odd. That Edgrrr fellow is tolerable, but that hussy, who, at times, is referred to with some rather unsavory & candid names, aside from her proper name, which is February's Muddy Waters, "Mudge" & her goof ball brother, one Mr. WooWoo just make my teeth itch. Both are trouble makers & come into my abode to cause mayhem. Non-furry Mama tells me that perhaps Mudge will calm down once she has a surgery to render her unfertile. I do hope so, because as long as she shows no respect to me, my offspring or my court subjects, we have plenty of claws to leave in that brick of a head of hers! As my daughter, Princess Dottie Doolittle, Prince Leopolt Fuzzysnoot, & the King, my "brother" (by adoption, not blood), one Captain Merrill Stubing are all polydactyls & there's nothing better that to sharpen one's claws in the head of a Siamese!
I wish to thank all who have sent prayers & good vibes my way. I am better, but could use some more, as I am not as feeble & ill, but not up to par as of yet. That funny smelling non-cat, called "the vet" has said that he will stick another pointy thing in my leg to test for my thyroid levels, as that was one test that showed up as something that may be ailing me. Thanks again for your kindness & I'll have my non-furry Mama keep you in the know of things to come. Happy Chanukkah, Happy Solstice & Merry Christmas to all if I'm not back to update before then.
The Queen Mother - Ivee Rose Puss


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