The Cat Fix It Place

I was having a wonderful dream that I was outside once again hunting the elusive blue tailed lizard. Then in the middle of the dream, I heard mom pick up Tommy and put him back in the bedroom. Half asleep, I smiled to myself and thought, "That's what he gets for whining so loudly for mom to open the balcony door when it's at least a squillion degrees below zero out there." Then, mom picked me up hugged me and walked toward the study and stuffed me into my cat carrier saying, "I'm sorry sweetie pea, but we have to go see Dr. Jeff about you biting your little tiny tail so much". HOW RUDE! I hadn't even gotten a chance to wake up enough to fight off the indignity of being stuck in the evil cat carrier! When we got to the Cat Fix It Place it was the new place mom had been telling me about. It pretty much smelled the same though. Don't get me wrong I love my Dr. Jeff unless he is poking me with needles. Well, turns out I had plugged up anal glands and I'll tell you having somebody squeeze your tushy is just about as bad as needles getting stuck into your fur. I do feel better now and when I got home Tommy even licked my ears and neck a little.

O.K. so this was the dream I had before I was so rudely stuffed into the cat carrier to go to the cat fix it place. When I was an orphan I used to go out and stalk doves and hunt for the elusive blue tailed lizard. I would try and stalk doves but wasn't very good at catching them. It was fun though to see them fly way up high when I got close. I also wasn't very good at catching blue tailed lizards but they are so fast and fun to run after that I never gave up trying. I had been a orphan for a while and it was starting to get very cold at night and luckily I picked out a really nice person to adopt me. One day I climbed into this lady's back porch and up to the glass doors and brought her a little sparrow. Well, she quickly opened the door, picked me up and yelled at me, "SPIT THAT OUT" so I did and she left me in the house and went to see if the little bird was O.K. Turns out I had carried it very gently and it was just a tad traumatized and rested for a minute and then flew away. The nice lady, who was to become my mom (she just didn't know this yet) came back inside. I was a little scared cuz she had yelled at me but then she smiled and gently said, "I know it's your nature, but we don't eat little birds in this house." So, after she adopted me she took me on lots of walks with my harness. She would even let me stalk the dove and the elusive blue tailed lizard (birds and lizards are friends not food). She said it was O.K. to stalk because this might keep the doves and lizards on their toes so other animals who didn't know that they shouldn't eat them would be less successful at catching them. I miss hunting but it was a nice dream even though I was so rudely interupted.

Chinese Food and a Movie

Yesterday mom went out for Chinese food and a movie. We celebrate Chanukkah at our house so for eight nights mom lights candles. One more each night. Friday the 22nd was the last night of Chanukkah this year. Tommy and I love watching the lights glow and we are very careful not to get our whiskers or any other furry parts too close to the flames.
I love Chanukkah! Don't you think the lights make my fur coat even brighter? Mom says I'm the prettiest girl in the world. Who could argue with that?

Toothy Tuesday

These are my toothies. Mom once got me a tooth brush and some supposedly "good tasting" salmon flavored toothpaste. Blech!! She would try to brush my teeth in the morning when she brushed her own teeth. I like to sit on the counter while she is doing all that stuff but no way am I gonna let her stick a tooth brush in my mouth. So, in order to get my point across I would ever so gently bite her hand. She says drawing blood is not "ever so gently".

Now Where is Tommy's Litter Box?

Mom's been busy all weekend washing and cleaning and scrubbing and
other such nonsense. Like I mentioned in an earlier post, when Tommy
first moved in he had to stay in the study for two weeks. Anyway, he
had his own litter box in the study and it had a cat cabana covering it
and mom had but an old Twister plastic game sheet under the litter box.
So, after Tommy got to be in the whole place Mom still left the litter
box with the cabana cover and the twister game underneath it in the
study. I think she did that so in case we wanted to chase each other
around the cat cabana or play Twister during the day while she was gone
to work we could. But this weekend the cat cabana,the litter box and
the Twister game underneath disappeared!! I still my old litter box in
it's usual place in the bathtub...mom says it's easier to move my
little roundbooda dome litter box in and out of the tub every day (so
she can shower) and to keep it clean that to keep Tommy's big one in
the study. Tommy doesn't like the littlebooda litter box much because
he's so big his head sticks out too far. And I liked to play Twister
and chase Tommy around his litter box. I want it back and so does
Tommy! Mom said she'll think about it after the holidays. That doesn't
seem fair.

Can I blog today?

Mom, can I please blog tonight? I promise I'll wear my collar again...for at least 15 seconds. Last night when I asked my mom, she said it was too late and so I didn't get to post my Toothy Tuesday or Tummy Tuesday pictures. Mom promised next Tuesday she'll remember. I'm holding her to that.
This is me looking out of my new apartment's front window. I think it was September right after we got Tommy and he was still hanging out in the study. I'm actually glad I have someone to play with and besides, mom usually gets more peeved with him than she does with me. Mom really really really doesn't like whining and Tommy is very very very LOUD and he WHINES HORRIBLY when he asks for stuff. When I ask I'm so cute and sweet and use two syllable words and mom just melts and she usually gives me my own way.

Sunspots and TV Shows

It was a nice weekend. Tommy and I slept in afternoon sunspots.

Then we played and wrestled. I call this Shilgiah the flying cat. I won that round...

Then, Tommy watched a Nature Show on TV. He got all excited because there was a ferret on the program.
All in all, it was a very good weekend.

My Brother Tommy

When my brother first came to live with us he stayed in the study for two weeks because he was a little sick and had to take some antibiotics. So when mom was gone to work I he and I would talk with each other through the door and there was room for us to stick our paws under the door and touch each other. Then, when he was well mom opened the door and we got to see each other. I think I like him now...even though we wrestle a lot. Here he is sleeping in the bedroom. I hadn't allowed him up on the bed yet.

Cranky

Supper came late last night. Mom didn't get home until way late and she was cranky. What she calls work has been crazy lately. That was her excuse anyway. The only up side of this was she gave us extra stinky goodness. Such a good idea. Food to compensate for her lack of attention. Before long Tommy, who currently weighs a ton (well 15.8lbs) will be so big he won't be able to fit in the cat carrier.

Weekends are Too Short

Mom always says weekends are too short. Aren't they the same number of naps as all other days? This weekend when mom did the wash she put the fresh towels right out of the dryer onto the bed like she always does and I ran to help her fold by laying on them. Tommy climbed up on the bed too and gave me a nice face,neck and ear bath with his tongue. Mom didn't get a picture cuz she had taken the last picture. She's going to get a digital soon. I don't think I'll like that cuz she'll probably be taking pictures all the time!

Say Cheese

William's mom is a genius! She helped my mom get this picture up. Thank you Aunt A. This is me at my old park.

A path less traveled