Wednesday, January 30, 2008

OK...for now

Mom saw yesterday's post and she said she was sorry that she couldn't give me Stinky Goodness. When she got home, she gave us BURGER! Real wholesome moo cow meat! She picked up burgers for her and Dad and made sure she got enough to share with us Fuzzies. I got a whole quarter of a moo cow patty all to myself. Whooohooo!

The sucky part? I still didn't get Stinky Goodness this morning. Getting Burger is great but I still need my protein goodness. What happened? Mom overslept and ran out the door again. I turned to Dad but he still won't give it to us. He says he's not a bad guy but wet kitty food seriously makes him nauseous. Bah.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I Want Stinky Goodness

Mom is going back to work now which means she's getting back into her routine. It's not her normal routine 'cause she's still in the cast but close enough. She even started coming down into the kitchento make sure we have enough food and water before she leaves for work .

You know what she hasn't done? She hasn't given us Stinky Goodness. It was bad enough when Dad was feeding us but we knew he wouldn't give us the good stuff. Why? 'Cause he says the smell of it makes him want to throw up. Bah. But Mom? Come on. She is the ultimate Giver of Stinky Goodness. It is part of her job title as "Mom." She says it's because she has to act like a referee when she feeds us the wet food and that would require her standing around watching us. With her foot the way it is, it would hurt too much. Well what about us? Do we not hurt when we cannot have our Stinky Goodness? How are we supposed to get our yummy fish, chicken, and moo cow protein? It's not like we can go out and hunt cows on our own.

We need our Stinky Goodness!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

What Do You Expect?

It was really cold last night. I mean REALLY cold. I tried snuggling under the covers with Mom but with that hard cast on her foot, that can really hurt if she kicks me by accident and she was pretty restless.

My only other option was to grab the bedroom kitty bed. This is a nice one. It's got a fleece cover so it's nice and toasty warm. However, Fizzy and Kukai were hogging it up. They had been up there for hours. Since it didn't look like they were leaving any time soon, I decided to kick Fizzy out of the bed. Fizzy doesn't need a warm bed. She's fat enough that she can keep herself warm. However, when I tried to move her she wouldn't budge. I'm like "girl, you need to get out of the bed. It's mine now." She just turned around and thwaped me! Well, I wasn't going to take that so I bit her tail. It wasn't a hard bite, just a "hey don't hit me on the head" type of bite. Dad didn't see it that way. He yelled at us to "break it up" and the threw a stuffed animal at us. Can you believe that? All I was doing was trying to get warm!

Maybe the next time I'll just poop on his pillow instead.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

That's What She Gets...

...for going in water.

I never understood why humans take water baths. It's so...primitive. Us cats have it easy. We're our own portable washing machines. You think that humans would have learned something from our effective bathing methods but noooooo.

Last night, Mom went to take a shower. This hasn't been easy since they put the cast on her leg. Now she has to wrap a garbage bag around her leg to cover the cast and then use duck tape to secure it. Hehe. Well, what she didn't know what that there was a hole in the bag and it got all full of water. The entire cast got sopping wet. It's a soft cast too so it's all squishy and sogging and it's driving Mom nuts.

She called the doctor to find out what to do 'cause the cut where the doctor did the surgery got wet too and is really itching and burning. Now she's got to go to the doctor today to get a new cast on. She's all scared too 'cause she hasn't left the top floor of the house since she got home from the surgery. She says crutches are evil and steps are even worse.

Honestly, she gets no sympathy from me. If she just listened to me and licked herself clean, she wouldn't have gotten into this mess to begin with.

P.S. Why do they call it duck tape? It doesn't look like a duck. Oh wait. Mom is saying it's duct tape. Bah. Duck tape sounds better even if it doesn't have duckies on it. Maybe it could be used to tie up duckies so we can have them for dinner? Hey, she's the one that says it has 101 uses. Maybe use 102 could be used to tie up duckies.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

I can't believe it

The humans got sushi for dinner and didn't share. They even locked the kitties out of the room so we couldn't get any scraps. Now that's just rude.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Tummy Tuesday

Since I will not degrade myself by allowing my belly to be photographed, I will post up one of my brother Loki. He's a belly rub slut as Mom calls him. He's big, foofy, and loves his belly to be rubbed.

I just want to let you know how big Loki is. This is the full picture of him on the humans' queen sized bed. He is longer than half the width of it. Now why didn't I get some of that bulk?

Keeping an eye on Mom...

Mom has been freaking out a little bit. She says I'm staring at her while Dad thinks I'm glaring at her. I am not staring or glaring. They told me to keep an eye on Mom which is what I'm doing. I'm watching her. Isn't that what it means? If they are going to freak out by me watching her, then they shouldn't tell me to do it, right? Geeze.

Mom is doing ok. She got really sick on the antibiotics since they were causing her really bad headaches and nausea. She's feelin better now that she is off of those. However, she is still in a lot of pain. She's taking this stuff called Vicodin which is making her kind of silly. How making her silly is helping with the pain is beyond me, but she says it works.

Humans are weird, aren't they?

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Update on Mom

Mom's surgery went well and she's home now. She's in a lot of pain and is doped up pretty well on painkillers. The human vet said that she'll have to stay in bed for a couple of days with her foot up. I won't be writing much 'cause I'm guarding her and making sure the other kitties don't bother her.

Thanks for all the good thoughts! I'll keep you updated on how she is doing.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Mom's Surgery

I am asking all you kitties (and humans and woofies and other critters too) to send good thoughts and prayers to my mom. She's having surgery on her foot tomorrow morning and she's getting really nervous about it. The doctor told her it's a simple surgery but she doesn't like hospitals.

We'll all have our paws crossed for her but any good vibes you can send would be greatly appreciated.

Seven Weird Things About Me

I'm probably the last kitty out there who hasn't done this meme. I know a whole bunch of kitties who tagged me for this but the only one I can remember is Vincent and Mike.

The rules: Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog. Share seven random weird facts about yourself. Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

OK so here goes:
  1. Sometimes I like to cuddle, and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I change my mind in the middle of a cuddle session. Who knows. Maybe it's 'cause I get bored.
  2. I will eat anything. If I see the humans eating it. I'll eat it. Unfortunately, this led to my discovery of wasabi. Why the heck would humans eat that horrendous stuff?
  3. I'm tiny for a Maine Coon. I only weigh about 10 pounds. My twin brother Loki is close to 20 lbs, my older sibs Boo and Bailey weigh 15 and 18lbs respectively.
  4. No matter how much I eat, I don't gain any weight. Mom says that it's because all the food that should be used for gaining weight is instead being transferred to my brain to give me energy for all the thinking I do.
  5. I'm a little cross-eyed. My mom noticed that when I was a little kitten and hoped that I would've grown out of it. But instead she now finds that an "endearing trait" of mine.
  6. My brother Loki was adopted first. Mom lost her favorite kitty, Moose, and wanted to get another Maine Coon. So she went to the same breeder she got Moose from and picked out Loki the day he was born. She didn't get me until we were about 13 weeks old. She had Loki for about a week and none of the other cats would have anything to do with him and she was afraid he would be lonely. She went back to the breeder and adopted me.
  7. I was the biggest troublemaker out of my entire litter. I was the one who was the first out of the basket and the first to get into trouble. The first time Mom saw me I had fallen into a basket of toys (I was six weeks old then) and couldn't get out. She said she liked my style and that's why she adopted me to be Loki's companion.
Well that's it for me. If anybody out there hasn't been tagged yet, you are now officially tagged.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Two for Tuesday

My mom loves listening to her favorite classic rock station on Tuesdays 'cause they have a "Two for Tuesday" bit where instead of playing one song from a band, they play two back to back. So in the spirit of things, here's my Two for Tuesday: me and Bailey.

I like to curl up with my older sister Bailey. Mom thinks it's kind of surprising because Bailey is supposedly "anti-social." I don't think so. She says "it must be a gray Maine Coon thing." I don't know. I just find it very comforting to curl up with her, and she's very warm. Can you figure out where I end and she begins?

I'll give you a hint, I'm the smaller one in front!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Ninja Kitty Attacks!

OK. Dad ordered Domino's which means he ordered chicken with the pizza. However he isn't eating it. Maybe he is afraid that Ninja Kitty will attack.

It was a couple of months ago and Dad got chicken. It was the perfect opportunity for me to both drive Dad nuts and get chicken at the same time. I donned my Ninja Kitty personality and planned my attack. If I sat on top of the bookcase, he wouldn't know I was there. Then I could jump down and snatch the chicken on the way down.

It worked too. I managed to grab a nice big chicken wing and he didn't even know it! The only thing that gave me away was my stupid brother Loki. He tried to take it from me but I wouldn't let him. It took a lot of planning and guile on my part and here Loki was trying to take my loot. Oh no, I wouldn't allow that! So I growled at him saying "mine!" That's when Dad heard me, came into the room, and discovered that I took his chicken. Of course, he couldn't have that and took the chicken away from me. Bah.

This time, I'm prepared. I plan on locking Loki up in the bathroom the next time Dad has chicken. Oh yes, the chicken will be mine with no interference from Loki. Mine. All mine. Mwuahahaha.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Formerly Feral Friday

While I came from a breeder, my little sis Dharma was a rescued kitten. My mom got her from a local kitty shelter when Ayla passed away. The shelter said she was 14 weeks old but the vet told her that she was six months old. She is a little bit on the tiny side but don't let that fool you. She has enough energy for six cats!

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Cuddle Monkee?

Mom was shocked today when I wanted to curl up in her lap.

"But you don't normally like to cuddle Monkee," she says.

"I know but it's freaking cold in this house and you're very warm."

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Happy New Years!

I just wanted to wish all you kitties and humans (and yes...dogs too) a very happy new years!

My resolutions? Simple: annoy dad more and eat more chicken.