Hug A Cat Day

So you would not believe what happened today. I am truly famous now not just because I have a blog. but because I was featured on my vet's (remember that guy who tried to kill me?) Facebook page being hugged by one of my people. Hmmmm. So the guy who attacked me with the pokey thing...helped me achieve more stardom? I'm confused.

It's Harder Than You Think it is to Blog Without Opposable Thumbs...

But I'm not a whiner.

So for all of you who need to be in the know:

-I've been doing the usual, sleeping, eating, annoying the people. Good times.

-Unfortunately, I was sick a couple of weeks ago. According to that nasty man my people call the "vet", my mouth had been swollen. I don't care. All I know is that it hurt! Then that vet guy tried to kill me. So I tried to eat him. Didn't work. The guy stabbed me with a pointy thing. It hurt, but I felt better afterwards. Then my people did the unthinkable...THEY TOOK ME BACK THE NEXT DAY. Sometimes, I just don't know what is wrong with them. I don't remember that day very much. The poked me again, and when my eyes opened, my people had arrived to take me home. I slept even more that week. But the people began giving me some softer, more yummier food, which I love. Then I get to watch in pleasure as one of those little beggar kittens EATS MY SCRAPS. Imagine the pure satisfaction.

-Nothing to note, except that the outside is lovely, but the people won't let me out. Instead, the let me go into this nasty room where they keep their dirty, loud transport machinery...I think they call them cars..?

-No matter. Blogging is hard for me as it interferes with my sleep schedule.

-But don't worry. There's always enough of me to go around.

Happy Birthday to Me

But I bet you didn't know that, did you? Oh well. That much is expected. So I'm twelve today. What else is new? I'M OLD, that's what. I received...peanut butter off a human finger. Yum. The peanut butter, I mean. Fingers are gross. Now where's the catnip? What. No catnip? Drat.

 

 

 

 

 

At least I'm still attractive.

Those Bright and Shining Lights Hurt My Eyes

Hello, me fans. I know that each day, you wanted to bask in my presence, but I haven't been on here in a while. You haven't missed much. Mostly my sleeping habits. And my eating is a glorious thing to behold, if you care to witness it.
My people are letting me go outside. IN THE COLD. AND THE FILTH. But it's fresh air that doesn't reek of human, guinea pig, and kitten. It's a start.
So that hulking,spiky....thing. You know the ones with all the colored lights? Yeah. That's up again. I can't touch it, or the people will spray me with something they fondly call "The Punisher". It's full of this clear, foul smelling (and tasting!) stuff that clings to my fur no matter how much I lick.
And I'm licking right now. Ugh. At least it's fun to watch the kittens; they get it more than I do. Hehehe. One of life's many pleasures is watching those little brats suffer.
The guinea pigs aren't bad, though. Just watch out for that smell.
On another note, have you seen the catnip? The humans have hidden it again.

So I Was Caught Being Active...Oops.

Usually I am about as run of the mill as one cat can get. By the time cats get to my age(with my wisdom!) they should know how to spend their time. Most two legged kind stay way too busy for their own good. . .with this, that, and the other to do. I spend my time resting my eyelids. . .but I was caught being way too active just the other day. There was this tennis ball just laying around the house supposedly for the 9 month old "kittens". It was there just sitting still beside me as I was resting on my side. I reached for it. It was too big and too far to draw it near, so I batted it. It came a little closer so I batted it again. That was it. That was all I needed. Enough was enough. I was exhausted, so I let that round thing be.

March 10th, An International Holiday

This was the day I turned 11. That's middle-aged in cat years, but 11 year old humans are usually pretty small. Of course, none of the focus was on me. One of my humans had a birthday a few days after.

My humans only think that their world is bad. What about mine? How will I survive when none of the focus is on me? Well, I DO get more nap time, but the staff can't ditch the master forever!

After a long day of sleeping.....

I'm ready for a good night's rest. Until the kittens decide otherwise of course. My life is so difficult.