Sunday, February 14, 2010
Mommy is spending a lot of time with me, and I've been letting her pet me more than normal. I'm even letting Daddy snuggle up with me. And I haven't been fighting with Mean Polly very much either. It's very quiet around here when I'm sick. It's nice to know that I'm the life of the party.
Anyway, Mommy says that if I'm still sick tomorrow she's going to take me to the vet. I hope I don't have to go to the vet. I hate the vet. I don't mind the car ride so much, but I really hate doctors. So please send me some good wishes so that I don't have to go to the doctor. In the meantime, I'm going back to bed. All this writing has tired me out.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Anyway, things are poking along like normal here. I haven't been fighting as much with Polly as normal. I think I'm getting bored with it. I'm looking forward to the holidays, though, as there will surely be lots of leftover turkey for yours truly. The only thing that made me mad today was that my human gave a can of tuna to an outside cat. I would have loved to have a lick or three of tuna, but she said no. She said that I was lucky that I didn't have to live outside and I had a nice warm bed and regular food, so I could just live with not having tuna, and for the outside cat it might be a really big deal and help keep him warm. I stuck my nose up at her. Mean lady.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I helped my female human fold her socks tonight. I was feeling bored and thought I would be helpful because it's a nice thing to do. Also, I had a lot of catnip, so I wasn't really myself. You can't hold it against me.
My female human was away for a week, on and off, and I really missed her. I'd never let her know it though. I've just been following her around. Being cool, but, you know, close too.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Other news...there's been a giant animal hanging around. I'd never seen anything like it before. The humans called it a bear. It went through the garbage, which made me a little nervous. It's just a wee bit embarrassing to have a stranger going through your garbage like that. He then ate the food on the deck that the humans had put out for the outside cats. Then he just laid down and rested, the way I do. Polly growled at him through the window, but I didn't. I'm smart enough to know that you don't pick a fight with an animal that's like 50 times bigger than you are. Polly's pretty stupid sometimes. She picks fights with everything. But I would have thought she was smarter than to growl at a bear. What's he going to do, get scared of a little cat? I did the sensible thing when I saw it - I ran and hid under the bed. I'd rather he not know I was around, you know? He might look at my gorgeous coat and think that he could use me for extra fuel while hibernating. And I don't want to be bear food.