Thursday, October 27, 2005
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
Friday, August 05, 2005
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.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
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
Who am I kidding. I can find plenty to complain about. I can't change who I am!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
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
Monday, June 27, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
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
Monday, June 13, 2005
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
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.