I'm feeling really good lately!

Mom's been really good about brushing me lately.

I shed a lot, but mostly it sticks to me and itches. Mom found a comb. I'm not sure if I like it or not when it's happening, but I really do after it's done! I never scratch or bite - when I'm done being brushed I just go somewhere that Mom can't get me until she puts the brush away.

But I appreciate it! Look what I made for Mom with my toys! She says that's a triangle and that I'm really scary.

I am very angry!

I don't like people to come into the house. We have enough in the house with Mom and That BOY. We don't need anyone else to come to the house. Ever. Today Mom had TWO. Not one, but TWO really scary men here. One of them did something to the alarms and kept making awful noises. The other one was doing something to the heat and that made awful smells and noises. And it got REALLY hot in here. And they didn't stay in the basement where they usually go to fix things! They even came upstairs! MY UPSTAIRS! I had to find a new hiding place! After they left, I came downstairs to let Mom know exactly how I felt about having scary men in here. The BOY was so scared he didn't come out of the cupboard until after Mom went back to work. No more scary men, Mom!

I really do feel better now

I had to go to the vet again. Yesterday, I got sick all over the place and made messes again. So I knew what was going to happen. When Mom came home for lunch, I waited next to the red bag. She wrapped me in a towel and put me into the bag and told me I was going to have a VERY bad afternoon. She was right. It was awful. Mom said I had x-rays and bloodwork and they even clipped my claws.
My x-rays were fine. Sometimes That BOY puts his toys in the food, and Mom was afraid maybe I ate one by accident. That BOY likes to play with really stupid things like rubber bands and once I get started eating I don't really like to stop.
Mom said she talked to the vet today and my blood was really good, too. I ate some leaves and stuff I found on the floor in the bathroom from Mom's plant. She and I didn't know the plant was poisonous to cats. My grandma had gardenias and cats in the same house for years, and I was the first one who ever got sick. Mom put the plant outside and cleaned up all of the leaves and stuff that dropped off of the plant.
I still have to take pills and I don't like that. But I feel better. Just in case you ever need it, Mom wants to share the web site about the plants: http://www.aspca.org/Pet-care/poison-control/Plants.aspx
See? I told you that it wasn't the toilet. Ridiculous.

I've been sick

I didn't feel good on Friday. My stomach was really upset. I made a lot of messes for Mom to clean up. She must have been really mad at me because she stuffed me in a red bag and took me in the car. I yelled and complained, but she didn't take me back home. We went to this place where all of these strangers kept looking at me and touching me and putting me on a scales. I didn't like any of it. Who cares if I weigh 11 pounds? Nobody is supposed to pick me up anyway! I don't like it!

We finally went back home, but that wasn't the end of it. I still didn't really feel very good and made a few more messes during the night. So I got stuffed in the red bag again and we went back to that place with all of the strange people. This time, they gave me a shot and a pill. One of them did the trick - I feel much better now.

Mom thinks it was drinking out of the potty that made me sick. I never heard anything so ridiculous.

Busy! Busy! Busy!

This is the week that Mom takes vacation. She

stays home and cleans the house. It's nice to have her home, but all of the good smells go away, and I don't like that very much. And she uses scary machines, like vacuum cleaners and floor buffers.

But this year she got us new toys before she got started. And she washed the windows so more sun comes in and there are more birdies.

Here is me with my new mouse toy. It's made of compressed catnip. I haven't decided if I like it or not.

Of course cleaning week means that Mom put all of my toys away. AGAIN! So I worked very hard last night to do this. I tried to wake Mom up to show her, but she didn't like that very much. She saw it when she got up, though.

Mom accidentally left the lid up on my favorite drink place! And it's nice and clean since she cleaned the bathroom yesterday! She doesn't really like when I do this, but I think my pawprints look cool, don't you?

I SAID don't put them AWAY!

Mom came upstairs last night and put my toys

away. She ran the vacuum and cleaned upstairs. I left. I don't like the vacuum. I'd rather spend time with that... Boy that be around when the vacuum is on. I came upstairs and all my toys were back in the toybox! This morning I put them back the way they were. See?

Toys!

I have a lot of toys. I like catnip the best.

I used to like mousies, but I prefer catnip now. The Boy has toys, too. He likes really stupid things, like the tags that Mom cuts out of her clothes or pipecleaners. I like real toys. Toys that smell good.

This is our upstairs toybox. It's mostly my toys, but The Boy has toys in there, too. I don't like the toybox. I don't like having my toys put away. What if I need them?

Sometimes, Mom puts my toys away. This is what I do. I get the toys out one by one and arrange them. Then I announce it really, really loud.

See? All nice and neat. Why put the toys in the box when they can be nice and neat on the floor? I don't have to get them out of the box, and there's a toy on my way to anywhere.

Here is me with some toys.

OOOOoo! Skritches NOW!

You have no idea what this is like. Imagine it's dry and you're in the house all day. Now imagine you can't scratch your own belly. I don't know what I have to do for skritches around here, but there are just never enough!

All of the bath towelettes that she rubbed all over me dried out, so at least I don't have to put up with THAT. And she started getting really delicious treats from the store.

But I want skritches. Lots and lots of skritches. I want Mom to follow me around and just give me skritches. When she's not brushing me.

Berfday!

When you're a found kitty, nobody really knows when your birthday is. All of us are found kitties. So Mom decided that February 2 is Kitty Berfday. We don't do anything special - we already have more stuff then we can possibly play with. Today I'm fifteen. That...BOY is ten. Wow. I've put up with him a long time! I'm just going to roll over. Maybe toast my toes.