It's Alive...

My mom decided to crawl out from whatever rock she was living under and turn the computer on today. My goodness it has been FOREVER since I've been able to type on this thing.

My dreams came true and I was able to spend a few days at the grandparents house. It was beautiful weather and the hissing slasher did not bother me too much. I was able to visit with all the squirrels and wildlife that live on their property.

The weather has really changed here in the last few weeks. Cold and pouring rain each day. Mom loves this weather so has all the damn windows open so she can listen to the relaxing rain. It does not bother me too much but Angel just freaks out. I sit and laugh at her as she tries to run around ( into walls ) and hide in a quiet spot. I guess rain will make her melt, like the wicked witch in OZ.

Our vet finally established a new practice so mom drug our asses to go see him. I was very embarrassed to be diagnosed with arthritis. Mom had been hearing some creaking and pops from my back hips and the Doc confirmed her suspicions. She now calls me the old fart lady and I really do not appreciate the new name at all. I have to take some Cosequin medication everyday now. To make it even worse the fat cowcat is already on that medication. Oh, how humiliating.

Speaking of that fat thing. I can now call her a fluff butt again as all her hair has grown back.

She was weighed at the Vet and is up too 10.7 pounds. What a chub butt. She was 6.6 pounds in March when mom adopted her. Mom claims she is her normal weight now and was too skinny at the shelter. My ass. She was just fine before, and is a big hairy slug who waddles around the house now.

That rotund stomach does not give off the impression of svelte and trim. More like blubbo!

Yeah, I am getting some what used to her invading my peaceful home. She does makes me feel young and agile even though I AM 4 years older with arthritis thank you. I can still split off like a terror down the hall and leave her in my dust. She actually can make it about half way down the hall now without smacking head first into the wall. Life sucks for you!

Enough about her. I was tagged by The Zoo, so I guess I should play even though I think it must have happened about 6 years ago. (Thanks MOM).

Here are the rules: The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself and your humans."

Sahara:

1. I do not drink water out of the cat bowl on the floor. I only drink from mom's water glass, or the toilet.
2. I only play with the plastic handle end of the feather toys. I could care less about the feathers or a dumb bell.
3. I drool for hours after mom puts on my Frontline.
4. I hate rugs. Any in the house will be attacked and moved.
5. I like to spend some alone time in the bathtub.

My mother:

1. She sadly believes I can understand English.
2. She never falls asleep or wakes up at the same time. She is usually up with me all night long.
3. She can/will fall asleep in a tiny corner of her mattress, while we critters stretch out on the whole bed.
4. She carries all forms of critters (bugs, spiders, moths, etc..) outside instead of killing them. That is unless I get to them first!
5. She only eats once a day, but her ass continues to get bigger.

Angel:

Who cares!