High Strung Ball

I've always been extra sensitive, whether it be with my emotions, nerves, or body parts. The past few months have been extra tough on my stomach and bladder. If I were human, I would be popping TUMS every ten minutes. One day I will be that happy go lucky kid I once was... it's just been hard to handle a move, losing Cypress, and getting Maisy - all within less than a year.

I'm Famous!

WOW, I won the Diary of the Day yesterday!! My gram told me and was so proud of me. This recognition was just what I needed in my time of despair. The antibiotics I have been getting for my infection is making me feel better, although I still have had a couple of accidents here & there. Gram says that she has to spend over $50 to get some sort of plug-in to help control my 'pheromones' - somethings that smell good to cats, I think that is what I rub on Grammy's face when she is sleeping so she smells good like me. I'm getting used to Maisy chasing me, I haven't swatted her yet. I'm also back to sleeping on the bed, even if the dog is in there too. Gold star for Petey!

Screech!

Ever since Cypress passed away, I have been crying and whining in the basement. I can't help it, I have been peeing on Cypress' couch. My parents thought I have been missing her and talking to her while I'm down there. Then one day they found what I had been doing. They were so upset thinking that I was disrespecting Cypress like that. On Friday I was taken to the vet to make sure nothing was really wrong with my insides. I have a urinary tract infection - ouch - and it gets me cranky! I'm on amoxicillin for the next two weeks and hope that helps with my moods. Otherwise, then they will all know my problems are slightly "behavioral" and will confirm that I am just a little rascal.

When I got home from the vet, I was surprised by some little black puppy running around the kitchen. As it was, I was NOT happy about staying at the vet all day and getting tested for things, and then to find there is a DOG in the house?! That was torture. Although then I started remembering Cypress and how nice she was, even though she was a little wild, and decided to give this little girl pup a chance. I even played with her!!! She jumped around and chased me around the hallway. I was being nice and I think the humans were impressed and happy with me. Brownie points are always good!

Diggin' and Scratchin'

I think I might have ADD. I can't stop kissing and rubbing. In the mornings I 'have to' snuggle with grammy. I lay cheek to cheek and rub constantly. If she turns her head, I will get up and switch sides no matter how often it is. Sometimes I eventually fall asleep, but it isn't for long or I start to drool on grammy's face. Ahh, I try to enjoy myself because Simba always claims his space at bedtime - seems like I get mornings.