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A Glimpse into OWP's Inner Cat

Tribute to Pizza Kitty

**~** Today is the Bridge Annifursary for my Granddad's kitty, Pizza. She went to the Bridge 2 years ago. Could we paws for a moment to think of all our fur-riends who've gone ahead of us?

Pizza Kitty was an interesting kitty. She furst came to live at our house (waaaaay before me). She was an outdoor, farm kitty who kept hanging around. So mama began feeding her & then had her spayed & vacc'd. Hoo-man sister named her "DiMaggio" (don't ask, we don't know why). DiMaggio got shortened to "Mazzio" (local pizza place) and from that she became Pizza Kitty. Oh! Did I mention that Pizza Kitty was an orange girl? With long hair and a fluff tail.

Back to my story. Pizza's favorite place to sit was on top of the barn...when mama would come home from work, down the long long road to our house, she would see Pizza Kitty sitting tall & proud on the tip top of the barn. That always made mama smile.

The days turned by and mama & family had to move from the farm back to the big city. Mama didn't want to leave Pizza Kitty to fend for herself so she moved to the big city with our family. When Pizza Kitty met my granddad they fell in love with eachother. Pizza Kitty followed Granddad efurrywhere and waited by the front door until Granddad would come home from work. When it was time for our family to move to their own home mama didn't have the heart to split Granddad & Pizza Kitty so from then (1991) until 2007 Pizza Kitty lived with, loved & adored Granddad.

I got to meet her a few times....she didn't think furry much of other kitties...Pizza Kitty really was interested only in Granddad.

Want to hear something funny? Granny had a kitty of her own and her name was Pyewacket. So when it was time for the kitties to eat Granny would call Pizzzzzzzza Pyeeeeee, Pizzzzzzzza Pyeeeeeeee.

That just makes me laugh....pizza pie kitties!!!!!

It's a PINK Letter Day!

Today was PAWSOME. I made lots of noise and woke up mama and daddy. We went to the kitchen for breakfast and I braced myself for the onslaught of the ICKY PINK STUFF.

"What's this? My breakfast FURST today? Well, ok. Kewl!"

Then mama fed efurryone else. Then mama began cleaning up. I was still waiting...knowing that annnny minute I was going to get snatched up, deposited on the bathroom counter, scruffed and FORCED to open my mouth for the ICKY PINK STUFF.

Mama left the kitchen. Mama & Daddy began their Saturday chores. "What's going on? When is she going to sneak in that ICKY PINK STUFF?"

Then I heard Mama tell Daddy that "Oliver is all done with his medicine".

I am? I AM!!!!

No more ICKY PINK STUFF! What a great day!

And then for the cherry on top of my sundae on Saturday? I got vacuumed. PuRRRRfect Day!

A Pink Letter Day!

Another Tactic to Show My Hatred for the Icky Pink Stuff

MWAHAHAHAHAH!
MWAHAHAHAHA!! (or so I thought)

Mama keeps givin' me the Icky Pink Stuff even though I have showed her how much better I feel. Fur example, when I was a younger puss we used to play a game with a long fabric cord. Mama would walk around trailing it and I would chase her and chew it, let it go, she'd walk more, I'd chase....you get the pictshure. Well, I haven't played that game with mama in many a year. I'm an older, more mature Orangie now...we don't play childish games. I know it makes mama sad for me not to pawticipate when she tries to get me to play but [shrugs] hey, so what? A cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do.

Anyway, back to the Icky Pink Stuff. I'm tired of taking it. I'm tired of her scruffing me up & shoving that plastic thing down my throat. So I started playing the cord game with her. OMC!! She was thrilled. Mama was SOOOO happy it was unseemly. (I admit I had some fun with it too). I thought when she saw I was feeling well enough to play she'd stop with the Icky Pink Stuff. BUT NO!!!

So! Put on my Brilliant Orange thinking cap and divised a plan. Now this is unpleasant...so if you just noshed on a meal you may want to skip this part........

I began to exhibit intestinal issues. Of the litterbox variety. Of the noisy, smelly, messy kind.

Surely, she'll stop with the Icky Pink Stuff now. BUT NO!!! She said as long as I was eating & playing & had bright eyes I could continue my medicine. So I tried the intestinal issue AGAIN today. You know what she did? She called the dang dr vet office and got purrmission to give me something called "live active culture yogurt". I don't know what that is but I bet it's not good. She said she's going to the store later & bringing some back.

GREAT!!!

Now I've got to come up with a new form of protest....

When will it efurr end???