life is crazy beautiful...

and I wish I could see it. the beautiful part, not the crazy. we’ve moved [I’m not yet sure how many of us], the dog is gone, and there’s not more carpet to pee on. you may ask: where then is the beauty?

well, the smells, the new plants, the utterly intriguing rearrangement of furniture. keeps me young. like just the other day, I found what appeared to be a soft tall wall. so I climbed it. I know what you’re thinking and no it wasn’t pretty [what do you want I’m pudgy and off-balance] but I maneuvered up a good ten cat lengths. and then it ended.

I popped my head over a dead end corner, sniffed a whole bunch of not much and headed back down. don’t ask, yes, I went backwards. down the way I came as there’s no other way when you’re not sure about jumping down from high places. there might be broken glass there, edge of a table, something hard. hell, a shoe could be an unpleasant landing spot.

so, it was an adventure very full of life. how’s yours?

wink,

blindy

Ah, ah, eh, ah, ah

these are the sounds i make to get what i want and to talk to the front door. sometimes it opens, sometimes it pouts and stays closed. i'll never know why.

have i mentioned that i love cat greenies and that it is my birthday? no. well, then lemme tell you...

Mom is gone.

And it would be a party if it weren’t for the fact that my aunt closes the door, leaving me in a room of my own wet spots and smells, feeding me the bare minimum and letting my water go until the bowl is dry. Mom! Come home!

I mean, mom lets me outside and she lets me poop right by where she poops and she doesn’t yell or make weird faces when she cleans it up. When mom’s home, she takes showers and lets me roll around in the wet tub afterward. [Right now the shower is dry and crusty, little roaches are starting to crawl up and out which means work for me.] Mom! Come home!

Mom may pick me up by the armpits and swing me around [she thinks it is good for my spinal health]. She pokes me and pushes me around just to make me mad but I gotta love her. Mom! Come home!

It's been a while...

I'm back like Chuckie and i'm lean like Cuisine. No seriously, I've dropped real poundage. Part of it was the starvation diet I was put on by mom's fellow when she went on vacation and the other part is my new food. I mean it's still food and good and hard and pebbly but it no longer tastes like crack. I'd like my crack back but this new food seems to have real meat in it, like farm meat. Mom says she even bought it from a man that used to own a farm or looks like he did. Whatever, it tastes like health mixed with nutrition and I'm suffering from withdrawals. Give me the old stuff that cats dance for and meow about on the telly. Not like we have a telly...that's another problem.

My new figure is not a problem at all only the hanging skin his. Mom has offered a belt but it doesn't really do the job and it pinches. I would post a pic of this fashion faux-pas but I'm a bit camera shy. Here's one mom caught by tricking me with a treat.

Meow.