Remember kitties, THoE is best played at 3:00 am!
Hey kitties, Diamond here! Guess what? Tucker sniffed Monty Q's butt yesterday!
If you look under Diamond Doggie's paw, you will see why he is inches from the Paw of Death!
Mommy and Daddy tricked us into our P.T.U.'s (That stands for Prisoner Transport Units Island Cats!) by letting us out on the deck then bringing us in one by one and stuffing us in! Diamond was watching over us while Daddy brought the car around. We were not very happy.
Here we are at the V.E.T.'s I am giving the hairy eyeball to a Chihuahua named Mickey who thought he was tough. The lady in the picture was waiting to pick up her new kitten who had just been spayed.
A close up of me and my hairy eyeball look.
Powder was very brave and didn't cry very much. She tried to be Zen like me. She weighs 6 pounds and is also very healthy. She doesn't need a dental cause her toofies are good too! Puff weighs 11 pounds (I have a whole ounce on her!) and her toofies are great! The V.E.T. said that we must have very good genes.
And then they examined Rudy. His toofies are NOT OK. He has gingivitis and has to have a dental in a few weeks. He's the biggest of all of us, he weighs a very Mancatly 13.8 pounds. The V.E.T. said that we all weigh just about what we should. No diets are necessary!
The poop that they stole from us was negative for bad things. We were happy about that. The V.E.T. said that we were the most well-behaved kitties he had ever met. None of us hissed or tried to run away from him while we were being examined. Well, maybe Rudy hissed just a little, but that was when the V.E.T. was poking at his butt! Mommy likes this V.E.T. His name is Dr. Joe. He and his wife, Dr. Wendy seem to know their stuff when it comes to kitties.
Then I took a bath and a nap. The nap lasted most of Saturday which was probably good because blogger wouldn't let me on my blog. What was up with that? It wouldn't let me on a lot of blogs as a matter of fact. I think blogger must have had to go the the V.E.T. and have shots too!
Look at this! That lovely little Tabby, Abby thinks I am a cool cat! Thanks Abby, I think you are a pretty cool kitten your own self!
I hope she heeds the warning!
P.S. , Just an idea!
Happy clothes free Friday from a feral who has not forgotten how to act feral!
Hey! Where's my plate?
There was a special celebration dinner at our house last night. The reason was boxes. In honor of the very last box being unpacked this weekend, it was decided that crab would be made since Mommy can now find all of her kitchen stuff (see that lobster cracker thingy? It was packed with our garage things...) .
Anyway, I'd never seen, smelled or tasted crab before. My love for all things HAM!! is well documented, like here and here. I am crazy for shrimp. I adore Temptations. I love steak. But crab?!? AAAIIIEE - that stuff takes my kitty taste buds to a whole new level! We all got a little taste of it. I loved it so much that I am afraid I was a little rude to my siblings. Threats were made and insults were hurled. Diamond recieved many Paw of Death cries. I am not proud of my behavior, but I plead crab insanity. That stuff is good! Sadly, Mommy says it is very, very very expensive. We won't be having crab again for quite a long time. Sigh...
I'm keeping vigilant. He's lucky he didn't get the Paw of Death!
Thank-you for all of your concern. We seem to have calmed down and called a truce. Mommy thinks it's 'cause they were moving a lot of things around the house and packing. They quit doing that and are going to leave the rest to the movers. We'll have a break in the action for a month or so. I suppose the real fun will be the actual move. We are going to drive with Mommy and Daddy. We all have our own kennel and we should be fine. All of us have moved once before so Mommy and Daddy have an idea how to work with us to cause the least amount of stress. It's going to be a long summer...
Our toesies come in very handy. They are good for fake mousie hunting. They are good for getting us where we need to go. They are critical in the execution of the "Paw of Death." They are good for snagging treats! They are good for taking baths. But most of all, they are good for grabbing your Daddy when he comes back from O Hi O and not letting go! I was so sad yesterday, then he walked through the door! It makes things better to have your Daddy home. I didn't let him out of my sight all night.
I guess it must have been the rain. The humans were inside a lot, which was a good thing for the most part. We got loved on, played with, brushed, fed treats, had a camera in our face a lot and sat in Mommy's lap while it rained so much that we started thinking ark.
Then the unthinkable happened. Kitty clothing. With a nod of respect to Skeezix, Mao, Daisy and every other kitty who does not mind wearing clothes - we just don't roll like that. Mommy found a teeny-tiny tiara at a jewelry sale in O Hi O and brought it home to see how we would look in it.
So, how did we look? See what you think. First is our little orange Prince Rudy for your viewing pleasure -
Mommy! Noooooo! I Hate You!
Hate with the heat of a thousand burning suns...
This photo of me is very close to the look on my face right before I give the D.O.G. my "Paw of Death." He never knows if I'm really gonna' do it or if I'm only bluffing, and that's the way I like it! Last night I was snoozing on Mommy, doing my very best to make her feel guilty for leaving us in a few sleeps and up pops the D.O.G. He had the gall to stick his cold, black snout in my space, so I unleashed the paw! Here's how it goes in simple feline steps; I NEVER use my claws (that would just be rude!), it's more of a "Bap!" The D.O.G. exits, stage left, and I am left in peace. I think I was so cranky 'cause of Mommy leaving. Sometimes I actually think the D.O.G. is O.K. I think he wants to be pals with us felines - but most of the time I'm just not that "into" him!
