Good Grief!

A friend of my human mom says " There's no such thing as a good grief!" But still I say good grief! Because I am being a 9.8 pound pest is why I say it. I was whining a few minutes ago asking for something to eat. She went on and gave me a small helping of Fancy Feast. After scarfing that down, I went down the hall honking and snorting..blowing my horn which is what she calls my incessant meows after a meal. No idea why I do that but I do and it makes everyone just shake their heads at the un-necessary fuss I make for no discernible reason.

So she reached down to pet me as I was doing a circle around her and I slunk down close to the floor to avoid her petting hand. I still acted as though I wanted company but again, when I went to the little steps to climb up next to her lap, I carefully stayed down on the first step so as to avoid her petting me! So near and yet so far. That must be my motto today. See the picture of the computer room and my little set of stairs she bought for me to your right. Picture me..on the bottom step! Under the desk is a ceramic cat someone gave her, that isn't me.

Poor mom has been extraordinarily short on sleep as due to a malfunctioning medicine pen that administers my medicine to the inside skin of my ear, I was getting too little medicine and so I have regressed a little which means meowing before get up time.. Instead of 2 days off a week from meds, mom has had to try to get me caught up again by giving me the medicine every day.

Oh well..I should stop complaining. Things could be worse..she could reach down and pet me against my royal will!

I win!

My Goodness what a day!

Oh, never in a bad way. Just I surprised my human mom by staying out from under the bed most all of the day. AND I demanded though quietly and politely, that the front door remain open most of the day that she was here and not gone, so that I could position myself right in front of that door to gaze out at my realm. When I'm not on the high seas, I like to keep a weather eye on those querulous squirrels. Wait. That's my human mom who is querulous with the squirrels..not they with her. But nonetheless, I like to keep them tamped down and intimidated by my large and imposing presence. I think my Admiral's hat causes them pause as well.

The open door leaves the thermostat in the hallway maybe 8 feet from the door vulnerable to whims of the hot day outside. She probably will not let me do that tomorrow. The feels-like temperature here in this town is 100.

She took some pictures of me that are not technically good. BUT she kept them anyway because the brilliant late afternoon sun created a nimbus around my fine self. She wanted to capture that sunny nimbus at the expense of not having a technically good picture. My goodness. That woman loves me. I love her as well. At least I am not jealous when others are here to take her time and attention. I know I am the one who is still standing when all is said and done. I have caused her to post that picture above for us.

Furry kitty hugs and kitty kissies to all of you. As for her..she said "Bye!"

Wish I could take off my robe

It's going to be a feels like of 100 degrees tomorrow they say and Sunday as well. Mom keeps me inside at all times so I am always as cool as I can be what with this heavy long fur coat on all the time. Her sons say to have me shaved. Now what would that look like? If I were to go out of doors, perhaps. As it is, I maintain my beauty no matter what her sons say.

This is the third day in a row with no rain. No one knows how to act! I know mom mentioned in her own blog that the weather man confirmed what she already knew..it has truly rained half of the year. The number of sunny days and rainy days are equal, believe it or not. That is a powerful lot of rain.

Mom will have to renew her effort and seal her ears against heart wrenching low pitched howls from me, and gather me up to go to the Vet. I have managed to delay it for several weeks and it's not good for me. I need the blood test to see where I am with my meds. I need a pedicure too as I won't allow Mom to do it. I need a few mats shaved out of my coat as for several months I would not allow her to brush me. I have permitted brushing for two and a half weeks now. I look a lot better but there are mats on my tummy. So I will have to deal with that.

Other than that, she and I bid you a good night. We are tired and we intend to do a little reading before an early bedtime.

xoxox

My Friend

My friend Miss Patches Spoilmelots got punted last night. I am here to tell her that I too have been punted every once in awhile. It is the fate of all of we little ones with pointed ears and beautiful meows to be punted sometimes.

My human mom dies a thousand deaths every time she accidentally stumbles over me or worse still kicks me (never that hard though) in the dark or when I am hovered right at the back of her ankles. I scream and run to the safety of the under bed chamber and she follows as fast as she can, saying " I'm sorry sweetie, I'm sorry" over and over till she lifts the bed skirt and sees me cowering under the bed. Most 99% of the time I am just within reach and allow her to pet me while she continuously apologizes for hurting me. When she sees me not cowering and she has made the proper apology I show her by staying where she can touch me, that I have easily forgiven her because I know she didn't mean it. I have hurt her too.

One time I got my claw, the "thumb" claw stuck in the pad of her thumb while she was brushing me. I was just going to push her hand away as I had had enough but the claw embedded into the skin and turns out, the pain was so intense she had to see the doctor and keep in under ice till she could. The doctor said I had managed to hit a nerve that ran right through where I accidentally pierced her hand. Poor mom. I know that hurt. I was so sorry. I came into her room right behind her a little later and sincerely snuggled and loved on her. I really hurt her and she loves me so much.

So, these things happen with humans and their little ones when they don't see us. But we remember all the good things and easily forgive.

Cutting her a break

I went into my human mom's room last night and surprised her just as she climbed into bed. For the first time in several months (when I got so sick and started the meds) I finally got into bed with her.

I consider that quite a gift to her as she has had to do without me for weeks and weeks. I became a Sphinx on her chest as always, and then slid off to snuggle into her neck and shoulder..then to hold her forearm with my 2 arms, and I fell asleep with my head on her elbow bend. I had her nailed down into one position knowing full well she would not disturb me.

I felt a little sorry for her as she was so sleepy and had to get up early as I always sound the morning in with my meows. And there I was...holding her softly and she was my loving prisoner. She could not turn out the light or move. That lasted several hours and she got about 5 hours of sleep. She said it's better than 4 hours. She thinks that's funny.

Just wanted to tell you I relented. By the way, you should see my coat now. It was in full disarray with the inroads of the hyperthyroidism but now, my coat has grown more full and glossy once more. I'm quite the beauty.

I still haven't allowed a Vet visit. She will sneak up, grab me and stuff me into that prison and take me..I just know it. No sleeping with her then for months! Wait and see!!

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