Sunday, October 26, 2014

Sunday Selfie

I know, its not an official "I took it myself" kind of selfie, but it's me, yelling about stuff in the back yard.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Exploring nature

Today Mum, the camera and I got to go outback and explore nature.

I explored around the bird bath and feeder (sadly, no birds joined me)

I explored around the fire pit (with no fire of course) 

I checked on the little trees

Oh yeah, I looked around under the barn, but didn't see much.

It was a great trip outside, and I was tired when we went back in.
Happy nappies

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Thursday 13 Flashback

Today we take a look back in time and revisit a post from May 22, 2009:

Today, the 23rd of May, is exactly one year since the day that my peepul came and got me out of the shelter in Santa Maria California. Everybody else calls it Gotcha Day, but since I'm the one that was "Got", I call it GotMe Day. Hehe.

It has been a wonderful first year with my peepul. There have been fun times and times when I've been hollered at. All of the times have helped us to bond. I luv both my Mum and my Wresslin Buddy.
Let's recap some of the things that have happened this year, in no special order, some with illustrations, some without.

1. There was that one time that a skwerl ran by the back of the house and the glass part of the sliding door was open, but the screen part was there. I saw that skwerl and had to chase it, I busted through that screen like no body's business. I failed to get the skwerl and got in trouble for breaking the door.

2. I have been able to save the peepul from several moths that have entered the house. I knock them to the floor and lick all their fuzz off their backs so they can't fly, then I smack them around until they go ded. If it wasn't for me, those moths would have eaten Mum's sweaters.

3. I've been locked in the closet and the spare room several times, it gives me all kinds of time to explore those places and then when the peepul come home, they are scared that I'm gone, but then they find me and hug me and stuff.

4. I've learned that I LOOOOVE Meow Mix Market Selects stinky goodness. I see that little tub of food and I get all excited. Unless it is the chicken kind, I'm not a fan of the chicken kind. I luv luv luv Crab and Salmon flavor, and Tuna and Shrimp flavor.

5. My mum has let me pick the kind of food that I want to eat, by letting me having samples of different kinds until she sees the one that I gobble up. I am eating Innova Cat and Kitten dry food, it's tasty.

6. I want to become friends with the berd still, I try to get close to her, I even try to put my paw around her to cuddle, but all that happens is she screeches at me and Mum hollers at me. I'll keep trying.

7. I tried to go into marketing for the Zesta cracker company, by showing off thier box in a very fashionable way. Mum emailed them pictures, they weren't interested. I guess it's because I wasn't eating the crackers, only playing with the empty box, they should be happy to know that someone ate the crackers. They don't know a good way to sell these things when they see one.

8. I've helped Mum do the laundry and make the bed a bunch of times. She always tells me how helpful I am.

9. I've learned that I despise suitcases. When it comes out that means one of my beloved peepul is leaving me, sometimes they both go. It's awful.

10. Thankfully I got out of that phase where I enjoyed taking showers. That's not what cat's are supposed to do.

11. I met my 3rd best friend, my little buddy that I carry around and beat the beans out of: Ping

12. of course the best thing is that I got this blog and I've told you all about my adventures, and met many great blog friends. I have even got mail and prizes from some of you and that is the coolest thing.
13. My favorite place of all, in the whole wide world, is in my Mum's lap. Here is a shot of me in her lap last year around this time. See how small and kyoot I was...
Now look at me, she can barely fit all of my big manly catness on her lap, I got legs dangling all over the place...

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Sunday, October 5, 2014

The yearly V-E-T story

Me: Why is my sleeping box out in the livingroom Mum?
Mum: Because you have to go for a ride to Dr. Hudson's office today
Me: Well that doesn't sound like a fun way to spend a Saturday morning
Mum; Nope, it really doesn't.

We ride to the V-E-T in the truck, this time the WB decides to come with us, he's never gone to an appointment with me before, so this is a nice addition.  
We arrive after what seems like eleventy billion hours going over bumps and making me feel woozy from all the movement.  (It was actually less than 15 minutes, but riding with William is rather exhausting)

We waited in the lobby for a few minutes and there was another animal in the room, he seemed just as unhappy to be there as I did.  There was alot of distressed whining on his part, and his peepul kept telling him to chill out, which didn't calm his nerves any. (It was a black lab, about 2 years old, he was a bit anxious) After a short wait the tech told us to follow her to the room, then left us there saying that another tech would be in soon.  
I stayed in the PTU, (yeah it changed it's purpose from being my sleeping box once I got put in the truck in it) until the next tech came in. She arrived and I wasn't real sure about coming out because I didn't know what she was up to, but after a couple minutes I decided it would be ok. She talked nicely to me and I let her pick me up and put me in the scale, which had to have been wrong because it said that I weigh 21.15 pounds.  I'm big, but geez, even I admit that's a bit high.  I went back on the floor and walked around, I even rubbed the tech's leg and let her pet me until she scritched my butt.  No one at the V-E-T is allowed to touch the butt, and I mean NO ONE!  I hissed and swatted at her, then went back in the my box.  She called me Bi-Polar, which seemed a bit harsh, then left and said the Doctor would be in soon.
I kept going in and out of the box while we were waiting, it's good to have a safety spot when in such situations, but also kind of fun to be adventurous and have a look around.

 This is my look of concern when I heard a large animal scrabbling his claws on the floor while running down the hallway in front of our exam room door.  He was quickly going in the direction of the exit, and it sounded like a human was following him while being dragged down the hallway.  I can only imagine what had been done to him, I'm betting they did something to his butt, because they last time they did that to me I ran in that same direction at a similar pace.  A minute later the Doctor came in my room.
 After my several visits to Dr. Hudson he is very familiar with my behavior and was prepared on how best to handle me, he knew I wasn't about to let him get away with much.  He and Mum talked about drawing my blood to check my levels and stuff, but he said "not without being sedated", because he knows how horrible an experience that would be for everyone involved, so they elected to hold off on that until I need to really be sedated for something more important. Phew, I dodged that one. They decided on just the vaccines, so he went out to get a towel and not 1, not 2, but 3 extra techs to hold me down. The procedure for examining William goes like this, 1. William stays in the box and the people get inconvenienced by having to take off all of the little twirly screws that hold the box together. 2. The top of the box is removed and a towel is draped over the cat to make him feel better about the whole situation and a tech holds the towel on him. 3. The Dr. is then allowed to feel the cat (but not near the butt), listen to the cat and look him over.  4. Give injections quickly 5. Put the top back on the box.  Step 3 is usually the sketchy part, I was fairly tolerant of it this time without too much growling. That was until Doc Hudson made the mistake guessed it...he touched the butt, and I responded with a hiss and growl. He also wanted to look at my pearly whites, he said "I'm not about to put my finger in his mouth, so I'm going to use this little flat stick to push up his lips".  I thought that was pretty funny, he thought I'd bite him,.

This was how I looked at the end of step 5, I wasn't talking to anyone else about anything, but Mum and Dr. Hudson kept talking.  Apparently I need to lose some pounds, he doesn't want me to get heavier and get diyabeetees, because he said I could be considered as "pre-diabetic" now.  It was kind of funny how that term came about in the conversation, he told Mum that his wife is overweight (something I doubt she would want shared among strangers) and her Doctor called her pre-diabetic and needs to lose some pounds too. I won't tell her that her husband is using her as an example. Finally we got to leave, oh and only one of the 3 techs was needed to hold me down, I wasn't as bad as they thought I was going to be.
The ride home was uneventful, but Mum said that she could smell "stressed out cat smell" in the truck.  I may have emitted a bit of a musky scent, it just happens.


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