Salem is being a pain

Dear Diary,

Mommy and daddy left for a while and they locked up Salem and Lucy in their room, with the screen door, while they were gone so that Lucy wouldn't eat my food that the sitter had to crush my pill in and so that Salem wouldn't pick on me. (I wasn't supposed to know about that pill in the food thing, but seriously, who do they think they are kidding?).

I didn't like them being gone and I pooped in a lot of places around the house to try to help them find their way back home. Seems to have worked. Those ingrates, Salem and Lucy, didn't thank me though.

But now that they are home and the beast (Salem) is loose again, it seems he has a bug up his butt and he has TWICE now attacked me when I was trying to rest peacefully on a kitchen chair. Mommy thinks maybe he is just feeling frisky because he is happy they are home and he is not locked up any more. I, purrsonally, think he is being a PAIN!

elderly, grumpy purrs,
Edgar

What's up with me

Dear Diary,

Well, life has been strange lately. For a whole week momma was locking herself up in the guest room and wouldn't touch me. She would talk to me from a distance and tell me that she loved me but I didn't believe her, because she wouldn't touch me! Thanks goodness whatever madness overtook momma, she seems to have gotten over it and things are okay again now. She is hugging and kissing me again and last night she slept in her own bed with me. Although she didn't tuck me under the covers and cuddle me up by her neck like she should. But maybe she'll come around and get back to normal.

As for me and my *ahem* brofur, Salem... well... I guess I don't just totally "hate" him... I mean he actually is sort of okay for "team begging." "Team begging" is where your daddy is eating something that might be really good and you might really want a bite and if two of you stand sort of close together and give him the "I am dying of hunger" stare it is double the cuteness and harder for a daddy to resist.

And when Salem and I fight anymore, well... I guess I'd have to admit that my heart isn't in it like it used to be. I think I "got my bluff in" and he knows I'm supposed to be the boss.

I'd still prefer momma all to myself, but... well I guess, maybe, it's okay if Salem and Lucy are around. As long as they remember I'M BOSS!

Today is my dear angel friend, Arnold P.'s birthday. He was the bestest furriend I effur had. I miss him a lot. Happy birthday Arnie! I will meet you in catson someday... not too soon I hope... but not too long.

purrrs,
Edgar

My heart hurts

Dear Diary,

And now it is Sissy. Beloved furnalist of Olde Furts, dedicated administrator, sweet friend. Kind and unassuming. Always thoughtful. She had 19 years on this earth and they were not enough.

Rest in peace beloved friend. I will never forget you.

can't purr,
Edgar

I'm heartbroken...

Dear Diary,

I learned tonight that my pal, Taz, made his journey to the Bridge today (I'm sorry, my mommy has forgotten how to make links in my diary). When I joined the Olde Furts group back in 2008 there were two pawsome orangies that I got to know pretty well and be furriends with, Calvin and Taz.

There are, and were then, lots of pawsome orangies in the group, but these two guys were special to me because I got to know 'em a little better than the others and they were my friends, right off the bat. They were both older than I am, and they were both cuter than I am and they were both my idols. Calvin made his journey in 2009, about a year and a half after I joined, and now, today, Taz has his wings.

I know they probably didn't feel about me the way I felt about them. But to me, it feels like now I'm alone. :~(

I miss you guys.

sad purrs,
Edgar

I still hate them. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!

Dear Diary,

Reports from other cats in this house that I might have done things like, oh say, walked side by side with Salem, or sat peacefully in near him to beg for ham should not be trusted! I still hate them both. And I do not "squall" like a baby. When I scream it's only because he is trying to murder me!!

When mommy locks them up for the night and then goes back in there to kiss them goodnight, I stand outside the screen door sometimes and poke my tongue out at Salem! MOL!

I think I could take that little fat black one... but the scrawny gray thing is always there to back her up. *sigh* I guy really shouldn't have to put up with this litter in his golden years.

purrs,
Edgar

Report on us and a video.

Dear Diary,

Mom said I should write to let effuryone know how we are all doing. I miss Catster and wish mommy would let me play on it more. :~(

I'm doing okay. Overdue for my regular check-up and shots. Mom will try to remember to call to get me in tomorrow. Got a birthday coming up soon, 16! I'll be able to drive!

Dad thinks I don't see very well anymore. I'm cranky a lot. And I've gotten a little picky about my canned Fancy Feast. Every once and a while they put down a flavor that I just won't eat. I still sleep with mom effury night. Except for just a couple nights last week when she locked me out! (Note from mom: I just got back from thyroid surgery, he sometimes lies down on or walks on my neck at night).

Salem and Lucy still get locked up at night but they are out in MY house most of the day! We are getting along a whole lot better these days. But we still get in fights. And I still hate them. Salem stalks me! And he jumps me when I'm in the litter box! Rude dude.

They both seem healthy. Lucy gets a poopy bottom all the time... I think she sits down in the box when she poops! But she is such a piggy for canned food that mommy and daddy can clean her bottom with paper towels when she is eating and she never stops eating! MOL! Daddy says you could shave her butt while she was eating and she wouldn't care!

I posted a video of me sort of playing with Salem. That's pretty much all the news. I hope all my furriends are well.

purrs & love,
Edgar

What's up with us

Dear Diary,

I'm so sorry friends, I should have let you all know on here (mommy posted on FB), I did NOT have to be shaved so I didn't have to be sedated. The vet tech was able to comb/brush all my bad spots out.

And I gained a half pound and my kidneys are "maintaining" on the 1/2 Benazepril daily. :~) So that's not bad news for an older fellow, like me. And I sure do feel good after getting those mats taken care of! I've been "full of beans" as we say down here in Oklahoma!

In family news, the difference around here is pretty incredible. It has been so gradual that mommy has commented on it much. But she noticed this morning that Salem was curled in a cat bed on the dining room table, while 6 feet away maybe was Lucy in mommy's chair at the kitchen table and then I walked up to graze on some kibble just 3.5 feet maybe, away from Lucy's chair. We are *almost* like one happy family.

Salem and Lucy still spend the night locked up in the office. And will until I go to the Bridge. My getting to snuggle with mommy at night, undisturbed by younger adopted siblings, is holy and will not be altered. And, if mommy and daddy are gone, they get locked up in the office with the screen door closed. But we may be getting close to the point where they are only locked up at night. Not sure yet.

Mommy still insists on closing off her bedroom door when they are out. I don't like this because I like to sleep on the bed. But mommy thinks I would like this if I understood that she did it so that no one else sleeps on the bed and there is no scent of Salem or Lucy in that room. It is MY room. Also, mom doesn't want me to poop on her bed again to make it clear that it is MY room! LOL!

So that's all the news that is fit to print.

purrs & headbonks,
Edgar

One year, six weeks (or so) later... and stuff that I'm not- supposed to know...

Dear Diary,

Mom was all happy tonight that Lucy, Salem and I all ate our FF canned treat dinner within a few feet of each other. Only the water fountain separated me from Lucy. And when I was done with my plate, I glanced over the fountain at her plate to see if maybe the dumb bunny had left any.

And this morning I went up to my water fountain, with just a little coaxing and drank my morning water with ice cubes and even played a bit with my ice cubes, even though Salem, The Evil, was right there, just two feet away.

Mommy seems to be encouraged by this. I guess that means it is time for me to poop somewhere inappropriate so she will just not be getting any crazy, "we all get along" ideas!

purrs,
Edgar

P.S. Oh, and the thing I'm not supposed to know? Well this coming Thursday mom is taking me in to the vet for a shave because I have some mats that she just can't comb out (I won't let her). She is worried and feeling very bad about me getting mats and about me going under anesthesia to get them out.

I Played with My Brother, Salem ... sorta...

Dear Diary,

Just so's nocat gets confused or anything, I want to start this by saying I still hate them! AND I'm still pooping outside my box in different places from time to time, as needed, to let THEM know which areas of the house are MINE! Although I haven't done that in about a week.

But, tonight, I sorta played with my brother, Salem. Mom lets them out every morning and, if daddy has locked them up again in the daytime (which he does sometimes when they are napping in their room anyway) she lets them out again in the evening. We all get our Fancy Feast together in the kitchen in the morning and evening.

Tonight the waitress, um I mean mommy, was being kind of slow so we all started griping a bit about how we wanted our food. This made mommy laugh. We three got closer and closer while demanding our supper. Since we got so close, mommy decided to set our plates down a little closer together. And we ate just fine, although I kept one eye on the enemy during supper! A smart cat is always alert!

After supper, mommy got out the Cat Dancer toy that Arnold P. sent me and Emily so long ago. And she played with us all; taking turns to swing it around to each of us. As we played, Salem and I got closer and closer. We were about 18 inches apart and both still batting and playing. I kind of enjoyed it...

In fact, when mommy got tired and quit she threw three cat toys down on the floor and started to walk out of the room. Salem started to follow her, like he always does, and I started to follow him!! Then I sniffed and rubbed on my YEOWWW shark mommy had thrown on the floor. And I was all the way in a different part of the kitchen that I never go in when they are out! Mommy turned back to try to get me to play with the shark. But then daddy said she was being "pushy" so she quit.

I still hate them. This moment of weakness should not be mistaken by anycat as "progress." Hummph! But... I did kinda have fun...

not budging and inch from my totally justifiable position purrs,
Edgar

Poop on the bed

Dear Diary,

Desperate times call for desperate measures! Two nights ago I pooped right in the middle of mommy and daddy's bed, again... Well I'm jealous! I don't like those other cats! I want them to go away! Salem scares me. I think he wants to kill me.

And every other day mommy or daddy locks me up in their room and lets them run all over my house and my back yard!! And even on the other days, when their locked up, mommy or daddy let them out in my back yard for a while and lock me out of my yard.

I don't think mom loves me any more. Not like before anyway. She tries to tell me she loves me. She tells me that if I'd just let them be out in the house in the daytime with me that she would lock them up at night so I could have my night time snuggle time with mom. But I don't trust her any more. I mean, I've made it perfectly clear that I don't want them here, but she's not taking them away.

I'm miserable and it's all her fault! So I pooped on the bed. I wanted to make it clear that mom and dad's bed was MINE! Then mom gets all freaked out and tears everything off the bed, totally destroying my effort to make a point.

So I guess I'll just eat worms and die.

no purrs,
Edgar