How Now Brown Cow....

My life seems to have been flipped ass backwards. The vomit eating turd was gone for a few days but returned at night. I was hopeful that mom was going on a pleading and begging mission to scrounge a home for the fluff butt.

It was looking very promising that my mom had finally came to her senses and decided to get rid of the yeti hairball. To my surprise she left one morning and came home that evening with an alien that closely resembles a jersey cow.


After inspecting and smelling it for some time, I realized I had been screwed. It was the damn annoyance minus all its retched hair.

Before leaving one morning.....

After arriving home that evening.....

Before.....

After.....

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.....And I thought MY life sucked.....

My Slave Has Returned...

Yes, I am still in the closet. I did switch sides though. I found I had more stretching room on this side.

It has been quiet around here the last few days. My mom finished her finals and has been sleeping all day, every day. Well, not really sleeping. She said something about insomnia, so she lays in the bed and tosses and turns. I find this very annoying as she keeps kicking me when she rolls.

Now with school out for the summer, she will be able to spend ample time to meet my needs. She starts back to work tomorrow, so we will see how grumpy she is the following morning. She is nocturnal like us felines. Actually, I do sleep both day and night, but have my burst of energy around 4 in the morning. Mom is always awake and willing to play at that time, so it works out perfectly. I do not know what I would do if she was normal like the rest of the world. I guess I could make enough noise to wake her up.

The vomit eater has been resting a lot lately too. I guess her new medication causes drowsiness, which is a bonus for me. She is so spoiled. See, she is unable to jump on the big girl bed like me, so was sleeping under the desk by herself. Mom made a nice bed area for her on the couch with a heating pad even. She has no trouble jumping up there, so it works out just fine. Geez, I have to share the big warm blanket on the bed with mom. At least I now know where she is spending her time and can stay clear of her stinkiness.

Grandma left to Michigan for a family emergency. She did however say goodbye before she left. Her sister has something wrong with her ticker and had to have a big surgery. Mom reassured me everything went well, and we all could get some rest now. I guess the surgery might also cure moms insomnia. Seems a bit strange to me.

I must say it is nice to have mom around more each day. Yeah, she is usually around, but always had her nose stuck in big heavy books. They have little print and hardly any pictures too. Not much fun I guess. I personally would have given up long ago. I am very glad we cats do not need "advanced" degrees. We are born with all the knowledge we need. You poor humans have to be tortured to gain little letters after you name.

I will say she is quick to feed me when I whine, doles out treats at will, and keeps the litter very nice and clean. I barely can tell there has been another ass in my box. If she keeps this up, I may begin to forgive her for bringing home the blind-vomit eating-turd of a yeti.

Just maybe.....

Step Away From The Vomit...

Another exciting day at our place today. We all were grossed out by the yeti's perverse behavior. It all seemed to start last night.

I was under the weather and had a queasy stomach. I did not eat any dinner despite the fact that mom gave me 3 different kinds of yummy food. I was just not hungry. Mom sat with me for a while to try and make me feel better, but I just went in the bedroom and laid down. When mom came to bed I still was not feeling well and did not want to be touched. I walked out to the living room and fell asleep on the chair.

Grandma showed up a few hours later to pick up some paperwork and tip toed around trying to be real quiet. Mom heard her though and groggily said hello from her bed. Grandma noticed the turd licking her lips by a pile of vomit. She called to mom saying Angel was sick so mom got up to help clean the carpet.

Before they actually could get there, that disgusting thing started eating it. Oh my goodness, we all were ready to retch. They quickly shooed her away and began the immense clean up job. To their surprise, it was hard and cold.

That nasty critter was eating someone else's puke. Now, mom knows she did not throw up on the carpet, so all eyes turned to me. Yeah. I did it. You knew I was sick. I did not tell that mongrel creature to go and EAT the damn stuff.

Why do I have a sister that eats vomit. No, mom did not start feeding us on the carpet with no bowl you idiot. Another day in paradise.

I think I will stay in the closet for the rest of my life.

Invisible Pee...

Yes, I know the creep posted on my site again. I am so uninterested in even standing in her presence that I have now resorted to walking away. It is either that or continue my hissing/swatting routine, which I get scolded for. That is all I hear around this place anymore: Sahara, you be nice.

No, I will not and I will continue until the thing is removed from my living space. Until that fabulous day arrives, it is hit the blind cat and run.

Mom had noticed that the yeti was not having any accidents with her bathroom habits for almost a week. She kept a close eye on her and was relieved, because she thought after spending a grand on that damn troll, the problem was licked.

I, being A number one detective, knew differently. Mom noticed me in Scooters old corner smelling something new. She can tell when I smell a new scent because I open my mouth, and make funny faces. She ran over and scrunched her nose into the carpet.

PISS SMELL!!!

Here she was all confident she was helping the turd, and she had just decided to not pee by the litter box. She had chosen a desolate corner of the dining room of all places. She spent the day scrubbing the carpet, and whining about just having the carpet cleaned.

Damn this women is patient. If I was paying the rent, that little creep would have been homeless by now. Poor mom, I do not know what she is going to do.

I know what I can do though, continue to be the perfect pet, and let the pee monster keep messing up. Maybe soon mom will come to her senses and realize we were fine without the intruder.

Until then, I will continue to point out all the yeti's misgivings and sabotage all her efforts at swindling my innocent mother. Covert operations and the swatting of the blind is my plan of attack.

The battle rages on....

Money Pit....

Angel here. Yes, I did ask Sahara for her permission to use her site. She groaned then walked away so I took that as a yes. Not an enthusiastic yes, but I do not expect more from her. It has to be hard to share with a new kitty, but I am trying my best to be a good little sister.

Grandma made me a dope bag and I love playing with it. I like to toss it in the air and run for it after it lands. Mom has to help once in a while and show me where it landed, but I must say I do pretty good playing by myself most days.

I heard mom and grandma talking the other day about me being a money pit. I do not know what they mean, but I think they were laughing when they said it. Yes, I have cost my mom loads of money. But guess what, I am feeling SO much better now.

After 2 different trips to the emergency vet, I was on antibiotics for 3 whole weeks. They only found a tiny bit of bacteria in my urine, but since my blood work all came back looking good they diagnosed me with a UTI. They also gave me a few days of Buprenex, a narcotic, each time.

After the antibiotics were done, I went to meet another new vet lady. She is very nice and works with kitties and pee problems. She put me to sleep and took photos of my body. I do not remember much, but I do remember Sahara laughing at me when I got home. I was trying my best to walk, but kept falling down and rolling over. I finally decided to fall asleep and woke up just fine. That was scary though.

Mom told the nice lady that she thought the pain meds were helping my accidents but the antibiotics did not seem to make a difference. She started me on Buprenex twice a day and guess what. I have not had an accident since.

Mom said the x-rays looked good and bad. I do not have any problems with my kidneys or bladder. On the other hand, they found most of my spine and tail bones have fused into long solid pieces. They think it must be another one of my congenital defects. I do so well with walking, they do not think it is causing me any problems.

The nice lady said I had to come back and have a cystocentesis, urine analysis, and a culture/sensitivity. I have no clue what that was, but there I went back to the vet place again. I spent the WHOLE day there. It was not to bad though. The girls who worked there fell in love with me and carried me around with them all day instead of me having to stay in a metal cage. I was very excited to see momma when she arrived.

Against my better judgment, I had to go to the bathroom in the carrier on the way home, because I just could not hold it anymore. I heard Sahara yelling at mom about it and she was quite upset. Maybe mom can buy her another carrier since I made a mess of hers. I do not mind a hand me down. It is nice and large enough for me to curl up and fall asleep.

Good news with the UA, they found no bacteria but a lot of blood. This means I have chronic ideopathic cystitis. My goodness that is a mouth full. They started me on a new drug, I think it is called amitriptyline. Mom said she used it for kooks at the hospital, but I guess it can work for kitties with cystitis. We will see. It takes a long time to work, something like a month or so. In the mean time I am still taking my Buprenex for pain relief.

They also started me on a new urinary diet. It taste very good and I like it a lot. The yummy food is good and the hard food is much easier for me to eat without hardly any teeth left. That is another one of my birth defects I think. I only have 2 canines and 5 or 6 tiny teeth in the front of my mouth. I even think Sahara likes the new food, because she has been eating what I leave behind in my bowl.

I am so grateful for my new mom and all her perseverance. She had tried everything to make me better and was getting frustrated. Thank goodness she has lots of patience or who knows where I would be.....

The Poop Carrier...

Mom brought the yeti back from the vet last night and just left the carrier in the middle of the hall. She was in such a hurry to go fill her big mouth with dinner that she did not even put it away. I, with my nose of champions, thought the carrier smelled like crap, but kept it to myself.

Tonight, mom disappeared into the extra bathroom for a long time. Since she never goes in there, I crawled out from under the covers to check on what she was doing. I saw her feverishly scrubbing the carrier in the bathtub. I knew it. That pain in my ass crapped in the carrier.

Now, this would not be a problem if it was the trolls own carrier. The fact is that I have to share my personal luggage with that goof. I kept asking mom to buy it another carrier but... NOOO ... I can just learn how to share is all she said.

I am telling you right now I REFUSE to ever go back into that carrier for as long as I live. I would rather be totted around in a damn cardboard box or even a pillow case then crawl into that vile thing. There is no amount of soap, bleach or magic potion on this earth that is going to remove her poop stains from my carrier.

I demand you take it outside and burn it.......