Thursday, October 27, 2005

Feeling better

I've been feeling a little better these days. I've been able to successfully keep my dad from getting to sleep on a number of occasions. I seem to have lots of energy most of the time. Sometimes I just like to just relax sometimes. I have a few favorite spots on walls I like to meditate on sometimes.

Recently I've noticed there are too many other black cats in the area. It is my mission to rid the world of all other black cats. This time, I solicited help from my prodigy, Brodie (on the right in the picture). I'm getting older, and I'm not as healthy as I used to be so I'm showing him the ropes so he can continue to fulfill my mission after I am gone. He's a slow learner, but he's picking it up. In the picture, he's helping me scold one of those nasty black cats away from the other side of our fence.

The other day I found a mole for dad. Brodie is kind of a wimp when it comes to catching prey. About all he does is flail around swiping at insects, then when he finally knocks one out of the sky, he doesn't do anything with it. I can help him with that.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

I'm a little nervous these days

I don't have much energy to blog these days. I've been feeling pretty crappy for a little while now and I'm a little worried about things. Maybe it's that weird liquid dad puts under my skin on my back every couple days. At least he warms it up a little. Then I have to wait for like 5 minutes and can't move or I might get poked. Dad's been feeding me all kinds of stuff, treats, different kinds of food. Sometimes it's tasty, other times I just want to barf, most of the time I nibble a little here and there. Then dad squirts this sour liquid in my mouth and I have to go drink tons of water to get rid of the nasty taste. All I want to do is sleep.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Ow, cold! Dad's putting water inside me!

This has got to be the most uncomfortable situation. He grabs me and holds me down, then pokes the skin on my back and a bunch of cold water runs under my skin, well this last time it was a little warmer. I've been really thirsty lately, but I mean, come on! I can get my own water, when I want it!

So he holds me there for like 5 or 10 minutes. When it's all done, I look terrible. I big lump of water sloshes around inside me and I get off balance and can't walk straight. There better be a damn good reason for all this.

Gaaaaa! The food box is back!

Dad put the food box back in the smelly room with my food in it. I haven't been feeling well lately, and haven' really been eating that much so I don' t know why he did that. Maybe he thinks it will help. I dunno.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

No more claustrophobic food box!

For the longest time Dad's been putting my food in a small box he made for me in the human bathing room. By the way, I've never figured out why humans need a whole room just to clean themselves. It just seems silly.

Anyways, up until now I had to go through a special kitty door in the side of the little box to get to my food so no other cats in my house can get to it (each of us 3 cats is on a different diet).

I hated that little box. It reminded me of going to the bad place where they stick things up my butt and poke my stomach. Dad must have finally figured that out because just this weekend, he built a special door to the bathing room just for me.

Now I can go through my special kitty door and when I get inside the bathing room, my food and water bowls are neatly arranged on the floor as they should be and I have plenty of room to eat and none of the other cats can bother me.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Fssssst! Evil neighbor cat is at it again!

That evil neighbor cat that moved in next door recently is just asking for it! This evening I caught it up on my fence trying to be higher than me. My fence has some kind of netting attached to it so I can't get at that nasty neighbor like I want to. I have to frantically claw and yell at it through the netting to try and scare it away. I'm not sure its falling for my ferocious behavior. I may have to renew my search for a way through that netting one of these days. That neighbor cat is seriously cruisin' for a bruisin' and it needs to be taken out!

Back to the bad place again!

Well, I might as well get used to it. Dad is probably going to take me there on a regular basis. At least we come back to the same home every time. I think I can count on that. And he's been giving me really good food recently so I have little to complain about. At least I found out I'm down to 8.4 pounds.

Who am I kidding. I can find plenty to complain about. I can't change who I am!

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

I feel much better now

Dad has finally stopped feeding me those yucky treats. Now I get nothing but my usual "Gourmet Kitty" treats, plus that great chunky pouch food and premium canned food with recipes like Turkey and Gibblets, Salmon and Trout, and Sardines Shrimp and Crab. Mmmm-good. Plus every weekend I get grilled salmon from the BBQ in the back yard. I wait all day for that. Now I'm really going to get fat.

Those gophers can go stuff themselves deep in their holes. I have no interest in the kind of food I have to work for anymore...

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Eww, cold!

About every month or so Dad puts me through this uncomfortable ritual where he carries me into another room, puts me on some kind of plaform and tries to force me to hold still, then carries me back and puts this nasty-smelling, ice-cold stuff on my neck and between my shoulder blades. I don't know why he does weird stuff like this to me. I guess there must be a reason, or he wouldn't do it, right?

Monday, June 27, 2005

Ah, the GOOD cat food!

Dad is now back to feeding me that great-tasting "pouch food" from Nutro. "Turkey and Giblets", my favorite. I love to lick off the gravy, go have a bath, then go back and down a few meaty chunks, then have another bath. It can take me hours to finish off a single serving. It's better after it's warmed up to room-temperature, although never quite as good as that first serving from a freshly-opened pouch! M-mm good!

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Too Many Yucky Treats!

I don't know why Dad keeps feeding me these yucky treats. They're too big and they tast awful. He doesn't even let me chew them, nasty though they are. Maybe they have something to do with my stomach aches. I do seem to feel better after I get over the initial shock of swallowing one of those horse treats. I prefer the usual Nutro Max Cat treats Dad gives me. Boy are they yummy!

I Hate Dark Meat!

The other day when Dad made my turkey soufflé, he used DARK MEAT!! Yech! I've made it very clear I prefer white meat, and he left out the egg, too. So, to get him back, I went on the hunt in the yard for a nice juicy rodent to munch on. It took me three days to catch one, but I finally did. Oh, how my haunches ached! Anyway, I brought it in and told Dad about it but he locked me in the bathrom with it. At least he let me keep it this time. Mmmm. Nothing like warm and fresh Gopher du jour.

After I worked on it for a while it started getting cold and just wasn't the same, so I went back outside to find another warm one. This time it only took a few hours; those gophers just never learn! By the time I came back inside, I had a bit of a stomach ache so I left the whole thing there for Dad to eat. The other one was gone, so Dad must have put the leftovers in a kitty bag for later. Yech! I can't understand how Mom and Dad can stand COLD food, bleah!

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Ahhhhhhhh. That's the stuff

Dad must have seen me writing that last post. He's messing around on the stove in the food room and I can smell that familiar, sublime aroma; baked turkey soufflé. I guess he still loves me.

I give up

Today Dad took me to the usual bad place and they shaved my stomach and put a bunch of goop on me, then ran this cold hard thing around on me. Ouch. My stomach is a sacred place! No one goes there except me, and sometimes THAT isn't even allowed! That was definitely NOT FUN! Then, while I waited in my carrier, Dad was at the counter writing something and shaking his head. I don't get it. Human behavior is so strange sometimes. At least this time, I got to go back home the same day. Sheesh!I also managed to get Mom to hold me up and forced Dad to take this picture.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Okay, now I'm upset

I had to to go to the bad place again last night. This time we went to the one that is farther from home. I had to sit in that cramped carrier for 20 minutes! So what if I was feeling a little woozy and couldn't pee for a little while? That's no reason to put me through that again! It even gets worse. They put things in my butt twice this time! Then that other man squeezed me and made me pee when I didn't want to. Boy did that hurt, and to top it all off, Dad left me there all night by myself, in a very small room! Later, they force-fed me a piece of hard food that tasted bitter. Eww! What's with these people anyway!
Dad's still trying to get me to eat strange-tasting food at home. Just give me some freshly-baked turkey and egg soufflé and I'll be fine!

Friday, June 10, 2005

Wow, it works!

k a Ka tA KAt katt... Oh, I see, C-A-T CAT. Wow, Okay! I finally figured out how to make this thing do something although this strange mouse just doesn't seem right.
Now, if I can just get my picture in here...
There we go. Not bad, considering I only had a few minutes to steel my dad's camera and snap this photo of myself. Hmm, I look a little fat, although I've been trying to slim down for the past several months. It hasn't been easy. Dad's been trying different kinds of foods on me in recent months. I wish Dad would bake that turkey and egg soufflé for me again. He's so unpredictable sometimes.
The other day he took me to that bad place where they put things in my butt and poke and prod my stomach for no apparent reason. It's humiliating and uncomfortable. I try to confuse them by making my fur fall out all over the place and grumbling at them but it doesn't seem to help much. I don't know what happened there this time. Ever since coming back from the bad place, Dad's been extra nice to me, giving me lots of treats extra attention. I don't get it.
Uh oh, I just heard Dad's carrier outside. He must be home. I better get out of here and go greet him so he doesn't suspect anything.