April 5th 2011 11:56 am
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This morning, I traveled to the Rainbow Bridge. I got very sick, very suddenly, and no one knew why, not even the doctors. But I was in a lot of pain, and there was nothing they could do for me. So they let me go.
I will miss Lily Jane Potter, and my new friend Izzy very much. And of course, all the human people who loved me. But don't worry about me. I'm all right now.
Love,
James Potter.
June 4th 2009 8:11 pm
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Welcome to the new edition of "2009 Get to Know Your Pals". Copy this diary entry, and paste it into your diary. Read then delete my answers. Then you can fill in your own! We can get to know our pals better!! Have fun!!
1. What color is your collar?
Black with moons and stars that glow in the dark.
2. What kind of food do you eat?
Raw diet, with grain-free crunchy food for a bedtime snack.
3. What are your favorite treats?
Dried salmon or cream.
4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other?
Yes, Lily Jane Potter! But Mommy got us both fixed, so no little Harry James will come.
5. Do you get Table Scraps?
Rarely. I try to lick out Mommy's bowl when she's not looking.
6. What is your favorite toy?
Whatever I'm NOT supposed to be playing with!
7. When is your Birthday?
May 1st.
8. How many times a day do you get to eat?
Twice, with a snack at bedtime.
9. Do you have a favorite color?
Black. It's Lily's color, and I love her more than anything. Or maybe green, as that's the color of her eyes.
10. Do you hope all your pals puts this in their diary?
Yes!!
June 4th 2009 11:10 am
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Today has not been a good day. Actually, this whole week has been crap.
On Sunday afternoon, Lily and I manipulated Mommy (as only we can) into giving us a treat. Ever since she put velcro on the cupboard doors, they've been impossible to open. Which, by the way, is all Lily's fault. I told her we should have taken that bag of treats under the couch, but noooo. She wanted to drag them in front of Mommy's bedroom door to show Mommy what good hunters we are and how much we love her by sharing our catch with her. *snort* Oh, yeah, that worked like a charm.
Anyway, while Mommy was getting the treats from the cupboard, I tried to jump up on the counter. I had to make sure she was getting it right, after all. Unfortunately, I didn't quite make it, and landed rather unceremoniously on the floor. It hurt. It really hurt my back right leg, and I tried to hide, it but Mommy noticed it later on. She said we had to go to the doctor's. I hate the doctor's, ever since they, well, made me less of a kitty, if you know what I mean. That's just wrong. Lily said it would be fun to come back as a cat, that we'd be treated like gods and get whatever we want. She never mentioned the part about being clipped! Next time, *I* get to pick what we're coming back as. And why did I end up orange? My hair was black. Lily was the one with red hair. She should have been orange, and I should have been black. Well, at least she got to keep her green eyes. I love her green eyes.
Anyway, Mommy took me to the doctor on Monday morning. It was so loud and it smelled. It always smells. And there were dogs. I hate dogs. I know, I know, my best friend was an animagus, and could turn himself into a dog. But I was a human then. It's different when you're a cat.
Long story short, nothing was broken or fractured (like there would be from a simple fall from the counter. Play a game of quidditch and then come talk to me about fractures), and the doctor gave Mommy some medicine to make the pain go away. Unfortunately, he also told her that I wasn't allowed to run around and play for a week, and that included no rough-and-tumble with Lily! We always rough-and-tumble!
Well, Mommy is far more clever than this stupid doctor, so when we got home (Lily and I missed each other terribly. We're never apart), I just assumed she'd dump that dumb medicine down the drain and let me get back to being me.
She didn't! She actually listened to that quack!! So for the past four days, she's kept me shut up in her bedroom so I can't run all over the house, and sometimes, she takes Lily out of the room and keeps us apart. It was only a LITTLE rough-and-tumble, I swear! I must admit, that medicine does work. Not that I need it. I'm fine on my own.
I think it's mean of Mommy to keep me shut up in that room and not let me run and play. It's *hard* to fly through the air when you're no longer a wizard. You need a lot of space to get going really fast before you launch yourself---space that I don't have in this dumb room!
So I decided to tell Mommy that I was angry with her. In retrospect, perhaps I might have chosen a better way, but that's water under the bridge now. Mommy has these really big, heavy suitcases under her bed. I like to hide in there, as they're in the shadows and I can dash out and tackle Lily when she's not looking. It's all Mommy's fault. She has no business keeping me in that room! It was only natural that I should chew a hole in one of her suitcases.
She found the hole this morning. I was scratching on her door, waiting for her to let me in. That's another thing I'm angry at. She doesn't let me sleep in the room with her at night. The only time I WANT to be there, and she shuts the door! I chew off six little inches of her hair while she's sleeping, and suddenly I'm banned. What is up with that???
Whatever. She found the hole because there was this uneven spot that I had to fix, and she saw me chewing on it. Boy was she unhappy! And people think Snape can be mean. She picked me up and squirted my mouth with that nasty-tasting spray that supposed to keep cats and dogs from licking or chewing things they shouldn't. The Cruciatus Curse has NOTHING on this.
So just to show her that I didn't care what she did, I went right back and chewed on her stupid suitcase some more.
That was when she sprayed me again, and this time, it went in my mouth and not just on the side of it.
Yuck. I try to be nice and wake her up in the morning so that she doesn't oversleep and THIS is the thanks I get for it?! I decided I was going to be mad at her for the rest of the day, but I hate being mad at Mommy. I jumped up on her desk and rubbed my face against hers in apology. She picked me up and kissed me and called me her boy and said she loved me no matter what I did.
How can you be angry at that?
And then she shut me back up inside that wretched room! I just have to chew a bigger hole next time.
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