Zippydoodah!

I feel like 10 million dollars! That medicine the v-e-t put in my ears made ALL of the horrible itches go away..that and my allergy shot. I came home..walked out of my crate..forgave everyone, had a good supper, allowed myself to be loved on all evening..retired to my chamber and I never ONE time said a single solitary thing. Not one word..peep or even tiny mew.

I went to bed along side mommy..slept a long time with her..went off to another place in the night and I didn't wake her up at the crack of dawn the way I usually do. I didn't even make an appearance until I heard the crack of the Fancy Feast can. Then, I didn't say anything..I just had a hearty breakfast and went off to nap after the exertion of eating.

Ahhh, life is good.

V-E-T

Oh noes! Momma made me go to the V-E-T!

I have to admit that my horribly itchy allergies have to be atteded to about every 7 weeks and it was 7 weeks past the last time on the nose. My ears were particularly bad and last night, I broadcast on all channels from 0130 on! I hooted and I hollared. I did low moans, closed mouth meows, small little calls..and then, for my finale each time, I jumped up on the bed..said it in her ears and jumped off again to..as I did the night before, start all over again.

Momma had her boys visiting and they can't sleep well either with me patrolling the hallway honking and snorting all of the time. BUT momma got me an appointment today! I feel like a million dollars. I got my ears medicated, my allergy shot and I still weight 10.3 pounds. A fine figger of a girl.

When I was picked up and lowered hind end down into the carrier, I commenced the most heart rending low and loud moans you ever heard,. Makes Momma tear up usually but today, she just carried me out and we got on with it. I make Momma feel like she tricked me ('cause she does!) and make her suffer guilt over it. It's the only way she can get me to my doctor as I am so afraid of the crate and going.

BUT I am feeling a million times better now. Momma made it all worth while.

Boy I had a hard time getting mom up this morning. It's not like I didn't allow myself time..I did. Goodness, I started at 4 in the morning! How much time does she need, for goodness sake?

I did the polite thing and called her from the bathroom and then, from the hallway. She ignored me if you can believe that! She did. I wish I had a witness to this shabby treatment. Oh, I know she was awake as I made sure to blow my meow horn loud enough. I heard her tiny rustles as she tried-- HA!-- to keep her turning over to find a cool place, quiet. I hear EVERYTHING!

So I came into bed with her..she had to love on me a little but she fell back asleep no less a thing, right there in front of me! The nerve! So, I jumped down and re-started the entire process again. Same results! I am going to file a cat suit against her if this keeps up. How rude!

Finally I made her get up at 6am and...like I didn't TRY to tell her, my bowl was mostly empty! I like that new sensitive tummy S****** D***t food and ate it all but a few pieces. So she dished out the F***y F***t wet food and refreshed my dry food..I ate like the baby she once found in the parking lot of a grocery store..starved! That'll teach her a lesson! I'm taking a BIG nap on my full tummy RIGHT now!! Too bad SHE has to wait till tonight!

Happy Furry Friday

I decided to show off my pin-up pose for Furry Friday. I think I am so sultry and just fork tender. Mommy calls me fork tender..I'll have to ask her what that means. 'Cause it makes me wonder after I went to see a sweet furriend's blog, Scouty, where she saw a pot with "Scouty Stew" on it. That made me watch mommy with her fork after she called me fork tender. A girl can't be too careful!

Now. Look at ME!

http://comics.com/kit_n_carlyle/2010-06-25/

New Places to Sleep

I've been playing a game with mommy. She can't find me sometimes, and I am right there watching her search for me.

I was sleeping on top of my condo but..no more. Nope. I was also sleeping in my little fleece beddy. Not now. I was sleeping on the padded dining room chair. Gone. I was sleeping in the lower shelf of the end table in the living room,. I have the cane bent to the shape of my beautiful body. But not now. I was sleeping in my rocking chair with my teddy bears, but not now. I was sleeping on mommy's bed on my own red fleece bankie. But not now.

Now she found me sleeping in a new basket in an out of the way place. She found me under the computer desk where she never looked before. She found me in the cabinet section of the china cabinet. She found me behind the kitchen door.

If I was as young as I used to be, I'd be like Daisy and Harley and go to the top of the kitchen cabinets. She would never EVER see me up there and it would worry her to death that I had slipped out. I like to watch her run around calling my name. But if she says " Brush??" after my name..something makes me come out and show myself. I am a slave to that brush.

Whew..it's hot!

It's real bad hot here. I don't even want to lay in my window sills and follow the sun. Mom looks for me in my window sills and I'm off in my basket in a cool room. Mommy said it is in the high 90's every day for the rest of this week plus it was that high last week too. I get my TV watching in at the front door early till about 10 in the morning than I go other places and stretch out big and long with my furs open. We have cold air blowing from those rectangle holes in the house but it's hot in my usual sunspots on the rug.

Happy Furry Friday

Mommy's Back

Mommy came back yesterday afternoon and I will give her credit..she just came in, turned off the alarm and came straight to the floor to be with me. That's as it should be. I had to wait from way early Friday morning all the way thru to Sunday afternoon! That was a long time!

Mom had a sitter for me but I refuse to come out for the sitter. Mom had to show the sitter my picture so she would know what I look like because I will never ever come out from under the bed while she is there..even though she tries to tempt me calling me and saying she's ready to brush my fur. All the sitter can see is a shadow under the bed among the storage boxes.

So since mom made me miss my daily brushing of my long beautiful fur..AND all of the kisses that are mine on my head and on my soft cheek..and because I didn't get my 2 tablespoons of skim milk once a day and because I had no one to sleep on or with AND...no one to snuggle with, she had to make it up to me by generous huggies, kissies, soft talking, petting, brushing and repeating all of that again. And again. THEN I let her put her things away.

Because SHE caused me such high anxiety, I gave her a cat scan every few hours by leaping onto the bed, walking straight to her head..sniffing thoroughly at her ears, her eyes and her nose and her hair. I also liberally scented her hair..many times, with my cheek scent glands.

Someone in Face Book told my mom that was a cat scan and mommy laughed. A lot. Made me mad! That was supposed to be my procedure and veiled in secrecy!

Now we can normalize things. What I have to put up with! What in the name of common sense makes her DO that..that going away thing!!!???

Her gold was two teeny tiny specks not as big as my delicate nostril! HA!

Oh Noes again!

Mommy is leaving me this morning o'dark early to go to the gold mine in NC. I bet she doesn't even get a SPECK of gold!!! Serve her right too.

I'll be fending off the pet sitter (how DARE mommy!?) and she'll be sweating in the mine! HA!

Hope she gets to sleep when she gets home Sunday afternoon! We'll see about THAT!

Me and Mommy

Me and mom have to admit that we are not good at adding things except simple pictures to my blog. In other words, mom is pitiful. She is one of those who got left behind the door when they passed out computer handling smarts. However..she and I both loved my awards and I am very grateful for them. Even if mom can't help me much.

However...she and I are you all's fan..that should be evident.

Mom took this for you to see..happy nature TV watching. I have the best seat in the house. This is our female Ruby Throated Hummingbird at mom's feeder.

Purrs and head bonks.

I has another award!!

Mama looked at my blog and I had another award!!! It was given to me by a sweet group of kitties on Katnip Lounge. We were so thrilled!


Rule 1. Thank the person who gave it to you.

Thank you Katniplounge, We sure are versatile and we blog about many things through this past year or more.

Rule 2. Share 9 things about yourself.


I have an unalterable routine each day. Little gets in its way.

I love to be combed and brushed and I will always come straight to mom when she says the word "Brush?"

I love to be petted and I'll lay on my side with my cheek presented 'cause mom loves to kiss my furry cheek.

I love to play hide and seek. Mom plays at chasing me down the hall as I thunder away to dart under the bed. Then she shows me my feathers, and I come charging out from under the bed to run down the hall again to the paper bag I hide in. Then it starts all over again.

I love to bird watch in my bedroom and I try to scare the squirrels by tapping the window.

I have not been outside since I was rescued 11 years ago.

I am a girly girl.

I usually just like mom's female visitors except her sons.

I love Fancy Feast Chicken Hearts and Livers! No fish for me, thankyewverymuch.

Rule 3. Pass this along to 9 other bloggers.


Tristan and Crikey

Purrfect Haven
The Island Cats
Furry Dance Cats
Flashdish
Perfectly Parker
Poppy
Nels-ed-Nitro-xing

I has an AWARD!

I has an award from all the kittehs and their mama at Katnip lounge a few days ago 'cause I am sad that mommy is leaving me again this coming weekend to go pan for gold! If she gets any it better be for me. But this award is for me, a sad furbaby. This sure makes me feel better. Maybe I can pack my little bag and go visit the Katnip Lounge while mom's gone!

PURRS

Advice

I'm taking your furry advices and gonna make it hard on mommy by next week's end. I started practicing today by running in the opposite direction as she came toward me. It puzzled her and worried her a little. Maybe she will stay home with me. I'll let her know tonight with extra sweet snuggles when we get to bed, that there won't be any of that for her if she goes and leaves me all alone. That pet sitter isn't the same as my mom. I won't even come out from under the bed when she's here.

I have my faces all practiced up too. The one you saw last blog and several more I am working on. She'll feel bad and not want to leave poor pitiful me. I hope.

This is me, sleeping ALL by MYSELF..lonely and scared! I'll put this in her backpack..yeah, that's what I'll do. She'll feel guilty the entire weekend till she hurries home to me. And I will greet her as though she did no wrong. Kisses and purrs.