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My So-called Nine Lives

Trying times

May 30th 2012 7:39 am
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I am mourning the passing of my beloved grandmom, Beauty. She was 17 years young. She was such a good grandmom. She let me sleep with her and she always shared her toys. I used to love to kiss her head. Mommy said she had a tumor that was taken out. I thought she would be better and at first she was but then she started to hide all the time. Then one day she just left me. I put one of my toys in her favorite spot in case she should come back one day. I will never forget you, grandmom!

Just as I was getting over this hurdle, I started to notice that Tiny was getting extra skinny. And extra playful! I knew he was on a diet, but I think he went overboard because now when we wrestle I can take him down with one paw. I mean, it's not even fun anymore. So one day Mommy put him in the thing that looks like a cage and a few hours later he came back. Of course, I hid for a long time in case they were thinking of putting me in that thing, but once I came out I realized Tiny was none the worse for his outing. But, for the past week or so he has been getting something extra every morning and night, and after we both get treats. I heard Mommy say something about will Tiny will pack on more pounds, blah blah blah, but once the bag of treats came out I stopped listening.

I have decided that from now on I will only eat grilled or roasted Fancy Feast. And I will only eat certain flavors on certain days, but I am keeping that information to myself.


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