So Grown

I've been a good boy about taking my pills. I don't spit them out as often as I used to when I've had to take them before. I'm also not struggling with the meowm so much when she picks me up to be taken into the bafroom so I can be given them. She used to call me Randall P. McMurphy when I took pills because I'd fool her into thinking I'd swallowed them, then she'd find them across the house in another room, mol! I do still try to run and hide from the meowm when she wants to pick me up, but once she captures me I'm just resigned to my drug-taking fate. We're halfway through the prescription so hopefully it won't be much longer before I never have to take them again. I do get treats afterward, but that doesn't do much to sweeten the deal.

I Guess I'm a Teenager Now

Saturday the meowm noticed a big lump under my chin; sometimes it looked pink and sometimes dark, so it was scaring her. I was sleeping in my fan box when she captured me so it was easy for her to sneak up on me. I was so surprised that I didn't really fight when she tried to stuff me into the carrier; that's a first! After she locked the carrier door, I realized what was going on and started crying. I cried all the way to the v*t, and of course that is NOT a first! As usual, on the way there the meowm kept putting her fingers in the carrier slots to try to pet and comfort me. Once I licked her finger and that just made her feel even more guilty. Bwhahahahahahaha! We were a little early so we had to wait, and this beagle named Molly kept wanting to come over to inspect me! When we got in to see Dr. Rocky he said I had flaka...something, something, I don't know what, but basically it amounted to an absessed hair follicle. He popped the lump and it hurt, so I snapped at him and tried to bite him! That's a first, too, but he understood. He gave me antibiotics and the meowm has to rub the lump with Stridex pads until it goes away. We're just so relieved and praising God that it wasn't something much worse! Weezer's been hissing at me since I came home, since I smell differently now.

I'm a Prince!

The meowm gave me the good news today that I'd been elected C&D Cruise Line's Prince for July! I couldn't believe it! My handsome gold eyes got really wide and I just stared in disbelief at her! Then I went and lorded it over Weezer, because she and Joe Gray were up for royal couple but our dear furiends Bella and Zane won. My sweet girlfriend Anna sent me a trophy cup and congratulations. I'm one lucky guy, all right.

A good day!

You know that Seinfeld episode where they say, "You are so good-looking!" every time someone sneezes? Well this morning the meowm told me I'm so good-looking and I instantly sneezed! MOL! We just have to work on our timing a little. Do you think I watch too much TV, mol?

The weather has been so nice, temperature-wise, that we've had the window open on the storm door so that I can climb on my crow's nest and look out. There have been lots of dandelion puffs flying through the air, and I'm fascinated by them. Also I hear lots of birdies chirping constantly. Usually we leave the window open until it's time to go to bed, so I have plenty of time each day to check everything out. Sometimes I even let Weezer up there with me. Yesterday there were humans walking through the yard but I haven't seen the deer yet. There have even been a couple of huge queen bees flying over the deck.

Here's Your Sign!

Okay, so I was sitting there minding my own business, scratching my cheek, and the meowm says, "Oh, do you have an itch on your cheek?" I stopped mid-scratch, looked her straight in the eye, and said, "Nope. I just want to lose weight in my left leg only. Here's your sign!" Man, humans are so weird!

My Window to the World

I love to sit in my front living room window. I can spy on all the neighbors. My meowm calls me "Gladys" after some nosy neighbor on a TV show from about a million years ago. Yeah, my meowm is really old. So anyway, the neighbors next door moved last weekend. The mom said, "Get up there, Ciao, and let me know what's going on. Do they have nice furniture? What kind of stuff do they have? Check it out and report back to me." Then she was cracking up because every few minutes I'd poke my head out from behind the blinds like I really had something to report back to her.

Then this morning the mom opened the front door and a Siamese was on our front walk. It got spooked by the mom's appearance and ran off. She grilled me about whether that was a friend who came to visit me, but I'd neither confirm nor deny this. It's really none of her business. She doesn't answer to me for anyone who comes to visit her. A guy's entitled to a purrivate life.

Later there was a disturbance outside. The nature of the disturbance was this: A rat terrier barking its fool head off at me. I told him exactly what I thought of him but he just kept yapping, yapping, yapping. It turns out he lives catty-cornered behind us and had escaped his fenced yard. His poor hubro had to come out in the snow in shorts and a T-shirt to recapture him, while I just sat there and laughed at him.

It's not even 11am. The day is young, and I'm anxious to see what other adventures await me!

Reconciliation

When I was a kitten, I had a friend named Groucho, who is a stuffed hedgehog. I used to love to play with him, carry him around in my mouth, and bat him around. My meowm would say, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's the one, the only....Groucho!" and throw him across the room, and I'd chase him, then bite and kick him with my back legs. We had a terrific time! When I went to the v*t to get fixed (didn't know I was broken!) the meowm thought it would be comforting to me to have Groucho with me there overnight. That idea backfired, because then every time I saw Groucho again, I associated him with bad memories. That was seven years ago. Today I dumped Groucho out of my toy tunnel and was cuddling with him again. The meowm was SO surprised! She took a picture so she could always remember it. I guess it's good to see him again.

Neighborhood Watch

Weezer and I have gotten settled into our new house now. It's really not so bad. There are new rooms to explore and new scents to sniff. We have two big front windows in the living room, and the mom accuses me of being a Gladys because every time I hear the neighbors out there, I have to go check them out and spy on them. You never know if they might do something interesting. Whenever my meowm takes out the garbage at night, I always wait for her in the window to make sure she gets back in safely. After all, I'm the man of the house. That's my job.

Tagging

I've been tagged by my friends Dakota and Princess.

1)-What color is your collar? I don't own one. I never go outside since I won't allow my mom to put one on me.

2)-What kind of food do you eat? Fancy Feast

3)-What are your favorite treats? Friskies Party Mix, Good Life, Biljac, Whisker Lickins. I DON'T like tartar control or hairball remedies!

4)-Do you have a Valentine or significant other? No

5)-Do you get table scraps? Sometimes if the mom eats lunchmeat, she gives me a bite. I really prefer my own food.

6)-What is your favorite toy? "Zeppos," our furry mice.

7)-When is your birthday? May 1, 2001

8)-How many times a day do you get to eat? We get fed canned food in the morning and dry in the afternoon, except on Dry Day Friday when we only get dry.

9)-Do you have a favorite color? I'm totally straight, but my fave color is pink! That's the color toy I always play with first. *blush*

10)-Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? I hope so!

R-r-r-r-uffles Have R-r-r-r-ridges!

I sure had a fun day today! The Aunt Bobbi and Uncle Glen came to see me! I luff them so much! Weezer hid so I had them to myself! When Uncle Glen was sitting on the couch, I grabbed his leg and hung onto it. They brought us a big huge coffee table. I didn't know what to think of that at first, but now I like it. There's plenty of room for me to lie down on it. When it was time for them them to leave, I put my paws on top of the table to hold it down so they couldn't take it back with them. Bwhahahaha! Mine! All mine!

Later in the day the mom was eating something called Ruffles potato chips. She always lets me smell what she's eating, but usually I just smell and walk away. These things smelled kind of interesting, though, so I took a lick. Wow, it was GOOD! I licked all the salt off, so she gave me three bites of chips. I can't wait til she has those again!