Flies.

After finding numerous, shall we say, dead, flies around the house, the general consensus in the house is that I have the fastest paws in the East.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

Frowned-Upon Behavior.

Apparently, my family does not like my wanderings back and forth in front of the television while the Ravens' playoff game is on. I say that more food in the food bowl will eliminate this behavior, but they don't seem to understand.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

Cat of the Day!

All I need to say is that there no longer is a disparity between my canine sister Abby's honors and my honors. And I did not need to dress up in a ridiculous Mardi Gras costume for my honors.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

Locked Away.

That's right, the title says it all. Today, apparently, a "worker" was going to be in the house while the rest of the family (including canine sister Abby) were away. Did they leave me with supervisory duties? It's hard to say when you're scooped up underneath the belly and tossed in a room in the back of the house.

REGARDLESS of the fact that said "room" was actually three rooms, and REGARDLESS of the fact that I had not only six windows, the green reading chair, my food and water, all of my toys, my litter box, the TV, the stereo, and the computer, it was a most undignified way to spend the day.

When I heard Mom and Abby walk in the front door this afternoon, I let out the longest, most pitiful-sounding mer-owwwwllllll I could.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

Wow!

I've taken to running to the front door to greet my canine sister Abby whenever she comes in after going on a walk. I sniff her and rub up against her. Last night, I actually limbo-ed underneath her belly. It was quite a feat!

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

Priorities.

Apparently, I will jump over an entire plate of fresh bacon on the counter in order to get to the Pounce turkey and giblet treats.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

My Best Skill.

Regardless of where I am in the house, regardless of what state of relaxation I'm enjoying, I can hear my canine sister Abby getting a treat and transport myself to the treat cabinet in 0.73 seconds flat.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

Finally, Recognizing Greatness ...

According to the celebrity quiz I am:

Oprah
The Host with the Most Q-Tips

When Cassidy meows, people listen. Yes, indeed, Cassidy is Oprah Winfrey.

A true rags-to-q-tips story, Cassidy is a comeback pet who has not only survived a troubled start, but uses her success to lend a helping paw to others. Well-rounded and hard-working, Cassidy has re-written the rules of stardom and continues to spread her q-tips throughout the animal kingdom. Still a down-home country girl, Cassidy's one weakness is the chow that she knows from her youth, and she's not afraid to gobble up a little gravy every now and then. Cassidy manages to keep her positive reputation intact, despite being hounded by the press and her thousands of diehard fans everywhere she goes. Cassidy is smart, creative and innovative and has used these qualities to build up an empire of q-tips the likes of which have never before been seen.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

This Dirt-Infested House I Call Home.

Mom took me to the vet this morning to find out why I won't stop sneezing. I've gained weight, which is good ... from 7.5 to 8 pounds. No discharge from the eyes. No mucusy stuff coming out of the nose. Ears are clean. Teeth look good. Lungs and heart sound great.

Apparently, my incessent sneezing is due to kitty asthma, brought on by dust! That's the hypothesis, anyway. And I, being the smallest one here, can get into places that no human, canine, or mop can reach (and I haven't even been successful yet in my attempts to sneak into the basement).

It's not bad enough to medicate, so we're just going to have to get a maid, I suppose. Preferably one that brings fish treats when she comes.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy

Sand Castles and Furballs.

So.

Yesterday, in exchange for peeing on the bed (again), I received: a new HUGE litterbox and new litter; an elaborate (and expensive) carpeted and sisal scratching post; hairball laxative; a dental care set; and THREE NEW FURBALLS!

I love my new litterbox. Last night, I buried my left paw in a big pile of litter, then shook it off, spraying litter all over the bathroom and the nice clean towels.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE my new furballs! I carry them everywhere and put them in piles and swat them and throw them and roll in them and keep canine sister Abby away from them.

I couldn't be less interested in the elaborate (and expensive) scratching post.

Purrs 'n' Q-Tips,
Cassidy