Vet Visit

I went to the vet today. . . and they said i was a good boy! See, i'm infamous at my vet's office. I'm usually realy growly and hissy, and they have to call in the Bad Kitty Specialist (BKS) to help out. But today, i only hissed and growled a little. The BKS was there with her towel and her big garden gloves, but she didn't even need them. And here's the best part-- they didn't even take my temperature, because i was being sooooo good. After the exam, my mama picked me up and held me and rocked me, and Dr. Lumsden and the BKS got to see how much me and my mama love each other. I went from being super grumpy to relaxing in my mama's arms.

2009 Get to Know Your Pals Tag

I was tagged by Lancelot, who used to live in SoCal like me, but now lives in Spain, spreading the Orangeness across the Atlantic.

"2009 Get to now Your Pals"

Copy this diary entry, and paste it into your diary. Read then delete my answers. Then you can fill in your own! We can get to know our pals better! Have fun!!! Then send a rosette or a p-mail to 4 pals and as them to post it in their diary!

1) What color is your collar?
Collar? I don't wear no stinking collar. I'm au natural.

2) What kind of food do you eat?
I'm on a die-it, so i eat Purina Veterinary Die-it, OM (weight management) wet, and i eat Purina Pro Plan Weight Management dry. Sometimes when mama forgets to order my OM from the vet, i get the Pro Plan Weight Management wet.

3) What are your favorite treats?
Sigh. I can no longer have treats because of my die-it. But i love greenies, and i used to eat yogurt-covered raisins. I also like french fries and cheetos, but now cheetos make me barfy, so even if i wasn't on a die-it, i wouldn't get anymore of those.

4) Do you have a Valentine or significant other?
Does my mama count?

5) Do you get table scraps?
Sometimes my mama gives in and gives me a french fry. But not often (because she can't eat them often either).

6) What is your favorite toy?
I like the green fuzzy thing on the string. I also like whatever Hunter or Ozzy is playing with at the moment. I also like to chase Ozzy and swat him around like a toy.

7) When is your birthday?
Ooh, i think it was Monday as close as we can estimate. My vet sent me an e-card. I heart my vet. But we don't celebrate birfdays that much at my house.

8) How many times a day do you get to eat?
I get breakfast at about 4:30am, lunch at about 12pm, and dinner whenever my mama gets home from work. I get carefully measured meals in the morning and afternoon from the "automom" and i have to share with Hunter and Ozzy. For dinner i get either one little can of Pro Plan or half a big can of OM Die-et.

9) Do you have a favorite color?
I think my favorite color is Orange.

10) Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Heck yeah! But i understand if they don't. Sometimes i get tagged and then i forget to post. I'm not as good as i should be about it.

I tag:
Hmm, i'll have to do some research and get back to you later. I probably should've done the research first, but that's not my way.

Okay, i'm back with my tags:
Buddie (Always Loved). He's Hazel Lucy's husband. They're the First Couple of Catster. :)
Harley: My king-sized bud, and Chloe's bro.
James Tailer: My fellow faucet-lovin' Orange friend.
Pooh Bear: He runs the Carolina Crew with Sunny. She might be the only one he takes smack from.

Headbonks.

I'm Picking the Steelers

My mama is about to head out to watch the Super Bowl. She's gonna leave the tv on so that we kitties can watch it here. I'm picking the Steelers because they're rough and tough and they take no prisoners-- just like me. Defense wins Super Bowls! Just like when Tampa Bay squashed the Raiders a few years ago (i forget which SB that was).

Go Steelers!

Dancing with Mama

This entry is about 3 days late, but i finally got Mama to take time out and type my diary for me.

I may have slept through the inauguration, but that meant that i was wide awake for the First Dance at the inaugural ball. That night, my mama watched as Beyonce' sang a classic by Etta James as the First Couple had their first dance and President and First Lady. I was kneading on Mama at the time, so she picked me up and we danced a long with the First Couple. At the end of the song, when Beyonce' started to get a little misty, so did my mama. So i nuzzled her neck and purred on her.

God bless our new President and our super awesome country!

Headbonks to President Obama!

I Made a Mess

Last nite, just as mama was getting ready to go to bed, i decided to jump up on the counter. No biggie, right? Wrong. See, i'm not as lithe and agile as i used to be, so i didn't quite make it. And when i came back down, i brought the drinkwell water fountain down with me.

Mama had to suck up the water with the carpet cleaner machine thingy, but she couldn't find the manual for the carpet cleaner machine thingy, so she couldn't figure out how to empty it after she sucked up the water (her Stanford education at work). She spent an hour looking for the manual. And then she put the little heater on the spot to dry it out. She didn't want to go to sleep with the little heater on, so she had to stay up longer so that the carpet could start to dry out. Finally, at midnite (my mama usually goes to bed a 10pm), we all headed to the bedroom for some well-deserved shut-eye.

Oh, and don't worry, Mama didn't yell at me at all. She said it wasn't my fault, and she gave me nose kissies.

Thankful Tag

I got tagged by my pal Mouser. I have to list 7 things i'm thankful for:

1. My mama. She calms me down when i'm all riled up, and she gives me chin scritches and nose kissies and makes me feel safe.

2. My Drinkwell fountain. I loooooove running water. And since i've had 2 uti's in my life, i knead to drink as much as possible. My Drinkwell provides me with all the freeflowing water i can drink.

3. Mama's dirty clothes. When mama takes off her clothes at nite, she leaves them in a pile for me to sleep on. Mmmm, smells like mama.

4. The bathtub faucet. I go and sit under it, and mama knows to turn it on, just a little, so that the water dribbles out. More drinking fun for me.

5. Mama's backpack. I love to scratch on that thing. It's way better than our old beat-up ghetto kitty tree/scratchy post.

6. SoCal sunshine. It makes it easy to nap in a patchasun no matter what the season.

7. Catster and my Catster friends. Even though i'm not on as regularly as i'd like to be, they're always there for me when i have a question or if i wanna act silly and play. Thanks HQ for creating Catster. Without it, all of our crazy pawrents would be locked away by now . . .

Who, me?

Yep, me! I'm DOTD! Thanks, HQ! Thanks to everykitty who's sent me concatulations and new ffrs! I'll post a complete list tonite or tomorrow morning when i get a chance! All the well wishes mean a lot!

Man, i have a lot of thank yous! Thank you

To my new friends:
Tanis and family
Lucky and Squirrel and family
Pawtuctaway Serengeti (cool name) and family
Isabelle Love and family

For the concatulatory pmails:
Ishtar (from my Rock n Roll Cats group)
Jasper aka Dennis the Menis
Buddie (always loved)-- that's for sure
Lancelot (one of my unofficial bestest pals)
Sir Sonny Bono (who always gives me concatulations-- he's super cool)
Hazel Lucy (*blush*)

For my rosies and gifties:
Lancelot
Arnold Palmer (he was stoned from the vet too)
Neo and family
Cocoa and family
Oscar (he's orange!)
Milo and Marvin and fam
Harley
Lucy

I think that's it. If i forgot you, let me know. I didn't mean to. I'm so grateful for all the well wishes and for my catster pals.

Headbonks!

All Sobered Up

I'm all sobered up from the happy drugs i got yesterday. I'm back to regulating Ozzy. I just chased him out of my territory and took his toy.

I hope my friend Arnold is enjoying his drugs the way i enjoyed mine.

Double Headbonks!

Duuuude

I'm like, so wasted right now. This morning, my mama took me and Hunter to the vet to get our teeth cleaned. Boy did i put up a fight with mama when she was trying to get me into the carrier. I put a hole in one of her favorite shirts. Tee hee. So, the vet staff, they know that i can be a little, um, uncooperative, so they gave me all kinds of happy drugs. I guess they haven't all worn off yet. I'm sooooo mellow right now. Ozzy's running all around the condo, and like, i don't even care. *yawn, stretch*. Hey, mama, like, let's go to bed now, k? And i think i have the munchies.

Headbonks to all my friends. Wait, that'll have to come later, i'm too mellow for headbonks right now.

Still

I still hate Ozzy.

We can eat together, but that's it. After the food is gone, i give him the evil kitty eye until i just can't stand the sight of him. Then i start to growl and mrowl, and Mama has to separate us before i start to lay the smackdown on him.

Mama's hoping that i can stand the sight of him by xmas.

We'll see.