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.