April 1st 2012 1:08 am
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This is a first. Don’t expect anything more like this from me any time soon.
I fell over and landed on my butt. You know that funny pill that I’ve been getting, the Mirtazapine? I had another one last Tuesday. OMC was I hungry. I was doing this dance for my kibble (Mom calls it my dancing bear routine) when Mom came zooming in with the bowl from behind me. I craned my neck to get a better look at it and wham! Ouch. No fair! I just wanted to make sure she was really gonna’ put the bowl on the floor!
I am turning into…. A… lap … kitty. There, I said it. Gulp. I keep going up to Mom and putting my paws in her lap while she’s at the ‘puter. That usually means I want another bowl of noms. There are times, though, when I’ve just eaten. Mom has been trying to scoop me up but I back off. Giggles, she’s usually that close to falling out of the chair. I’ve been letting her catch me lately. I sat in her lap last night getting hugs long enough to make Samsara jealous. Samsara wanted to sit there too, but, heck, it was my lap. She managed to get her front paws there but she had to sit next to Mom while we both got hugs at the same time. Mom was laughing. She said she was covered in kitty.
I like … getting my brushies. There, I said it. When Mom uses the bathroom mirror, I sit on the toilet waiting for her to notice me. Then, when she does, I let her give me my brushies and purr up a storm for her. Of course, all of this is still on my own terms. I call the end of the interview as soon as I feel like it. I just want Mom to be grateful that I’m even letting her brush me.
If any fur has the need to make a confession, feel free to do it in the comments section of this diary entry. We’d love to hear from you. (And the only furs that will ever know about it are the ones that stop by this diary entry. Tee hee. I’ll never say a word—I promise!)
And, no, I’m not saying this ‘cause it’s April Fools Day. (Now you’re gonna’ wonder, aren’t you?)
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If the 'confessions' are true, then you are indeed a kitty that has it all!
Pipo Is a couch shredder, and Minko is a bully...yes not an April Fool's joke, he at 3 pounds less then Pipo; bullies him off the prime perches, etc...just by going there...else maybe Pipo is way more polite than wanting a kitty fight...
Hmmm that doesn't sound like a confession.... Who's telling on whom? See, a true confession would read 'I am a bully' or 'I am a couch shredder".
I am indeed a kitty who knows just how to wrap my Mom around my paw. Giggles.
I got some of the same confessions as you. I turned into a lap cat and I like getting brushed now. Another confession - I like sleeping with the dog. Hey, she is warm!
my stars girl, albeit this is a day late and a dollar and 87 cents short because of typist issues........I must confess I truly love my brother boomer.............
OR DO I !!!!!!!!!!!
hugs from daiSy
Oh, alright! I admit it - I often enjoy playing with Fearless! But I may deny it, if any of you bring it up anywhere but this diary!
I bully my sisfur and I refuse to eat cat treats. Could there be any greater sin than not liking cat treats? MOL
I won't eat cat treats either! Which is really weird, because I will eat just about EVERYTHING else!!! (oh, and I guess I kinda bully the Sleep some, too...)
Today is your Mom Carol's Birthday; that is our true confession, Colette!
Tell her 'Happy Birthday' for us! Where is she? Having birthday cake? Or singing? Make her day purrfect all day!
Love Elsa xo