Two Months...

I rested quietly today since the hairball spent the day at the vet. I thought I would spend all my time with mom, but decided to ignore her and sleep on the couch instead. She was very surprised by my brush off, but knows I am not very keen on my housemate. I hope I did not hurt her feelings too much, but she needs to understand I mean business.

As I napped, grandma came over and woke up mom in the afternoon. They returned with the monster but did not tell me anything about her appointment. Maybe she knows I was pissy and could care less. All I know is our nest egg is dwindling by the day.

After I woke up from napping this evening, mom asked me what today was. Ah, May 31st. Then she reminded me that it had been a whole two months since Scooter had left us. It does not seem like that long. I can still imagine him flying around and causing chaos. Sometimes I hear the birdies outside and for a quick second I think he is still here.

My mom is so damn lazy she STILL has some of his toys and perches in the kitchen that need to be put in the garage. Maybe it is not pure laziness, maybe it still makes her sad. I do know that he would have had a great time tormenting the yeti. Between us both, we could have ran her off long ago. Too bad for me, that will not be happening.

We still miss him very much, and hope he is having fun flying around in heaven. I wonder if he is in birdie heaven or kitty heaven. Maybe it is all just one big place. Who knows. If it is, say hello to my sister Shadow and give her our love. We miss you both....

Bored Out Of My Mind....

Obviously it has been so boring at my house I have resorted to playing with paper bags. Mom has her nose stuck in a book all the time or is sleeping the rest of the time. She says she has finals coming up and needs to spend all her time studying. I have no idea why she decided to go back to college at this point in life, we were doing just fine before all this started.

Outside of school she has been shuttling the furball back and forth to the vet. No concrete diagnosis after x-rays and another physical. It came home so doped up last week, mom and I sat for hours laughing at the goofy thing. It could not even walk a straight line, and kept rolling over doing somersaults. I guess they dole out some pretty good drugs at the vet. She has been getting pain medication everyday which is great for me. She has to have food in her fat belly before mom gives them to her. When she eats I eat. Not to bad of a deal, since I do not have to endure the yucky medication but still get the reward.

Angel, the yeti, has started this new annoyance of chasing me around the house. I am just walking by in stealth mode and she pounces. I, being sighted, can jump up on the furniture to escape her stinkiness. She then sits below me and cries for me to come down and play. Yeah right. As you can see, I would rather play with a paper bag.

Luckily, I get to spend all day with my mom tomorrow without the creep around. Mom is dropping her off at the vet around 7 am and leaving her all day for a battery of tests. What more could a hairy girl ask for.

Clean Carpets...

Well, we spent 4 days at grandma and grandpas so the men could come and clean the pee carpet. Mom said it needed to be done anyway, but I know it was because of the yeti furball.

Speaking of evil, she had to go back to the emergency vet. I guess her pee problem returned again. She has been on more antibiotics and pain meds but needs to go back to the vet for more testing. She is costing a fortune, and here I am WAITING to get my teeth cleaned. This of course could have been done weeks ago but mom blew all her money on the NEW cat. I see the way it is going to be. I am now second fiddle to this intruder. This is something I will have to remedy. I too can pee and puke on the carpet to garner mass attention, but I am more of a lady then that.

Anyway, back to our vacation. I spent 4 relaxing days running around OUTSIDE and watching the birds and squirrels play. Boy grandpa has a lot of squirrels visiting, they were everywhere. They like to chatter at the hissing slasher, but he just lays there while they run right past him. I was so excited to be outside, I did not even try to catch them. They also have a family of pheasant living in the back. They are vocal and are very beautiful. Mom took pictures of them so maybe I can post them sometime soon.

It was a wonderful visit except for the fact that grandpa fell under the spell of that thing they call an Angel. He had not met her, and spent all his time visiting with her. They were all excited because she went outside for the first time. Big deal. I would go outside everyday if mom would let me. I did chuckle though because she needed a human with her at all times. I am big enough to go out unsupervised thank you. I guess walking in the grass is such a chore she needs a baby sitter. They told me she really enjoyed the warm sun and playing in the grass. So what...

We returned home on Monday and the carpet was nice and clean. No nasty yeti urine. I of course hid in the bathtub for a day to protest being forced to return to a life without the great outdoors. I did not even get out to eat. Mom was forced to feed me in the tub the next morning. So much for being second place. I guess she still does love me....

The Pee Monster....

So far so good in the camouflaging jungle hideout. No intruders on my computer as of today. I think I have the perfect line of defense...

As I mentioned before, the yeti hair balls litter box habits are foul. Mom thought she was just having troubles remembering where all the boxes were at, so she bought another one for the house. This did nothing to alleviate the problem, so she tried a different litter. No results. Then she actually spent time rewarding its hairy ass with treats and pats each time it did use the box. My goodness, I would not even get treats if I found a cure for some horrific disease.

Finally after what felt like years, she noticed the pee monster was getting worse. Then the thing started to barf all over the carpet. This lasted a day or two then it stared peeing on the carpet also. Come on now, I told you the thing was defective. It just got worse until mom rushed it to the emergency vet in the middle of the night.

To my amazement my mother came home with the carrier, minus the monster. OH, THANK YOU! She has come to her senses and rid this house of it's awful presence. I jumped and celebrated with joy until mom broke the news. It was coming back.

See, it was severely dehydrated and had to have IV fluids. They thought it may have had flutd so took blood work and a urine analysis and wanted to do x-rays. They quoted her something around $600 bucks for its care. No way I said. Do you know what I could buy with $6oo big ones. I vetoed the care and asked if we could donate it to the hospital. I pleaded and begged for her to leave it there, but my requests fell on deaf ears. My world could be returned to perfection if only she would listen. The story of my life...

I thoroughly enjoyed my 15 hours of peace. I rubbed ever surface of every piece of furniture and ate to my hearts content. No need to run away when the yeti approached. I could snuggle and rub on mom all I wanted. I sat and reminisced about the carefree days before the pee monster arrived. I slowly faded off into a nice comfortable nap.

When I awoke, I groggily stumbled in to see my mom, and that's when I smelt it. It had returned. The lady actually wasted $327 bucks and brought the thing home. She went on about some UTI blah..dehydration blah...antibiotics blah blah...pain meds blah yawn blah....Me needing to be nice to her...

Forget you....I am going back to bed....

What The @#%&...

O.K. I see the way it is going to be....I take one lousy nap and all hell breaks loose. Little did I know I had to protect my computer with my life.

I know mom had to be in on this, since the new twit cannot even type. Mom says I need to be very understanding because she is blind and needs time to adjust. Yeah right. That is just her excuse to try and make me feel guilty. The thing knows where the food dish is and has no problem peeing in my litter boxes. It has taken over my moms bed with the only warm blanket in the house. Geez, they must really think I am dumb or something.

I tried running away but only got as far as the patio. Mom caught me sitting on the wall and quickly ushered me back inside. The women does not get it. If I could only learn how to open the damn door, I would be gone in no time. I am certain grandma would let me stay with no questions asked. So, I would have to live with the hissing slasher, that is better then the abomination my mother calls an angel.

Here is another question. Why on earth is the yeti fur ball peeing on the mat in FRONT of the litter box? My butt would be long gone if I pissed all over this house. My mother just cleans it up with no questions asked. What a sucker. This new terror has her wrapped around her deformed little paw. Alright, that was not nice to say, but I am very angry with this new arrangement.





I have concocted the perfect plan. I will hide here, camouflaged in this jungle area next to the computer, and pounce whenever trespassers or yeti fur balls approach. My claws are finely sharpened and my hiss is in fine form. I will keep you posted of my covert operation. Bye for now....

Hello...I am Angel...

My new sister Sahara is sound asleep and does not know that mom and I are writing on her blog. I hope she is not too upset because this was my new mom's idea. She said I needed to introduce myself since Sahara is not very fond of me and only writes unkind things about me.

Let's see..Where should I begin..

My name is Angel and that was given to me by my foster momma. I was part of a litter from a stray cat at the humane society. I was born along with my brothers and sisters and we were very sick when we were young. We had many complications and congenital birth defects. When I was taken to the vet, they told my momma that I would not survive. My foster mom kept us as permanent fosters until we found a new home.

My adopted momma found us and took me and my brother Oliver. I was treated by a very nice Doctor. I was born without eyes, and had very small nostrils. He did a big surgery and closed my eyelids permanently and made my nasal passages much bigger to help me breathe better. It all hurt a whole bunch, but I felt much better when it was all over. I also had a front leg that was very short and my tail is bent and kinked. They did not repair either of those, and I have managed to get around gracefully ever since.

I lived with my adopted momma for 6 whole years, then she had to move, so she brought me back to the shelter. I was put in a very small house and could hear all sorts of other kitties around me. I stayed there for only a short time until my new mom found me.

It has taken a while to get used to things around here. It is hard when you are blind, but mom says I do amazingly well. I felt really crummy for a few weeks as I had a URI from being at the shelter. Mom gave me some antibiotics which tasted just horrible. I tried my best to get away, but she has the advantage over me. She then started giving me some yummy, yummy food twice a day after my medication. It was divine. I only got the yummies as a treat at my previous home. I guess they serve it daily at this new place. No complaints from me.


I think I have settled in nicely around here. Not to many complaints except for the scary noises coming from the laundry room. Mom giggles at me and says I need not worry about the wash machine chasing me. Whatever it is doing it sounds angry to me, and I will not go anywhere near it.

I know I have a sister around this place and that is just wonderful. The only thing is she hisses and growls at me. I try to walk away when she does that, but I have no idea where she is. I do not think she knows that I am blind and can't see her. I have now resorted to laying down when she hisses to show her that I am not trying to be uncaring and invade her space. This approach has seemed to work so far as she stops her growling.

She has a fine array of toys I like to play with. Oh no, she is awake...I hope she is not angry with me....