Saturday, March 25, 2017

Happy Caturday


Well, this morning was pretty wasted. I got dragged off to the Stabby Place
(They STOLE my bloods!), the car ride, the PTU, everything.

However, I acted like a stern mancat.
I made sure to announce my prescence in the waiting room. I promise you everyone knew
*I* was in the building. And I definitely scolded those rude people in the treatment area too.

(And just why couldn't my Mom be there when they did stuff to me? Just because I'm big and strong and pretty darn pawsome doesn't mean I don't want my mom with me.)


Anyways, I'm done with this day. See y'all next week.


Mom's note:
We have a new vet here in Florida, and he wanted more bloodwork for the thyroid issue. I really don't like it when they take my cats back to the treatment area. I know sometimes it's neccessary but frankly I prefer to see just what they are doing.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!


I, Princess Leia, do hereby declare
this is Finally Friday!

All hoomins rejoice!

AND AND I also hereby declare
that tabbies are the official sponsers
of this week's Finally Friday.

Let the good times roll.


PS: this one is for YOU, Brody!

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Monday, March 13, 2017

Mancat Monday


Monday is here, and I'm very busy.
Among other things, I'm reading a pretty good book, part of The Cat Who series. 


I'm also having some guy time with my pals, Cornelius and Lion.
Sometimes, it's just a bit too much female-ness around here.
I'm glad they survived The Move ok.


Not sure how I really feel about Lion though... 

Friday, March 10, 2017

Happy Caturday


Well, it is SUPPOSED to be a happy day for us felines, isn't it?
Toby is all set to enjoy his but I...

*I* am very put out with Mom, that's what I am.

So last night, I was utilitizing the facilities when things got -
well, a lady never goes into detail about these things,
but let's just say a certain matter required clean up, unexpectedly.

I was attending to that matter.
(And may I say, on that subject, hard floors just aren't
as satisfying as carpet?)

Mom happened to be in the same room, and she saw.
She gets the kitteh wipes, closes the bedroom door
and HUNTS ME DOWN.

I am grabbed, cat-handled, the indignity of it all!


The treat and the fried chick-hen was nice, but you are still on
probation, Cat-Grabber Person. I can't be bought off that easily.

Keep a close eye on your peeps, dear furriends.