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Oreo Bites

Make Room!

..for the cutest cat in the world! that's my battlecry nowadays as i commandeer several sections of grace's room, swiftly converting them into mini-rooms with a swish of a tail.

my first real estate acquisition was a shelf in grace's humongougiganticjustplainhuge book corner. that girl just has too many books! so i chose one shelf, squeezed myself in, and exaggeratedly displayed discomfort at the literary clutter surrounding me. my predictable human cleared the space, and put my favorite cat-shaped mat and a small pillow in. that became my abode for several months. as an added bonus, the walls are delicious! yes, i lick wood, much to my human's dismay.

but i must say dah-ling, it gets tiresome after a while.

so i opted for a window perch. grace put a seat pillow on top of several crates. a room with a view of chickens and brown birds. who could ask for more?

but the lack of walls and a roof soon became unnerving. thankfully, i discovered another prime piece of estate: the lower part of the tv cabinet. with sly glances and tail swishing, i demanded that grace make the place fit for a feline inhabitant. a crinkly sleeping mat and a pillow were all i needed. sometimes, my human partly closes the cabinet door and i revel in the privacy.

my human probably doesn't notice that i now own majority of the room (after all, i also get to sleep on the middle of the bed, while she stays at the edge). poor grace! if only she knew: Monopoly has always been one of my favorite games.

Fantastic Four

july 9 2007, i reached the fabulous age of four.

a birthday is supposed to be a day of cheer. but, as wicked wicked fate would have it, my birthday fell on my VetDay. my otherwise invisible eyebrows surfaced as i was disgustingly dewormed. they got blood from me too, to check my silly liver. to top it all off, grace kept taking pictures! yeah, let's immortalize the humiliation why don't we.

grace tried to make amends later with --i must admit--sumptuous gifts. there were soft sticks, chicken morsels, kitty sushi, and my favorite, trays labeled GOURMET food. after the fancy feast, my human adorned our room's door with a birthday card from my Vet. then she hugged and sniffkissed me.

ok, ok, it was fun. but for my fifth, there better be a party.



p.s. i now weigh ten pounds.

Can't Fight this Pilling

so goes the song of one of my numerous namesakes, (o)reo speedwagon. (fine, it's really 'can't fight this feeling')

boy, do i feel like yowling that tune every time it's time to take the pill.

no i am not trying to avoid getting pregnant. it's these silly pills i have to take for my silly liver that won't get well.

it all starts when i see grace preparing nasty tools: the small scissors, a spoon to hold the broken pieces of tablet, one of my tiny towels, and that bottled bitterness called liv.

once i see even just one of those, i break into a run. and the merry chase begins. as there are two of them (grace is always assisted by my friend Baby), i eventually get cornered.

but, being a feline of superior intelligence, i have developed ways not just to prolong their agony with wildly-aiming-for-any-body-part scratches, but also to delay the passage of The Pill into my system.

technique no 1 , i call The Hyperactive Tongue. this simply entails constantly moving my tongue while they try to put the pill in my mouth. end result: pill ends up on the seat or on the floor or on grace's lap. anywhere but the back of my mouth.

technique no 2 is called Look Like Keanu Reeves. i adopt an expressionless expression and pretend that The Pill, ladies and gentlemen, has been swallowed. but it is in fact just hidden in the recesses of my teeth. once grace has expressed satisfaction and put me down, i will spit The Pill out on the floor.

the thing i haven't developed for technique no 2 to succeed is patience. they always catch me spitting it out because i just can't wait to get that bitterness away from my tastebuds. we start the struggle again and i eventually lose.

but at least i'm fighting the pilling.