The Bed Shook Last Night & Pissed Me Off.

After tucking in Keeper last night at a reasonable hour with a book, I proceeded to snooze with her a bit and then make my late night rounds. I was already back for my very early morning nap in Keeper's bed when the bed and whole house started shaking and woke me up. Keeper sat up in bed, but the shaking stopped and while it seemed like she considered getting out of bed and checking the interwebz, in the end she just went back to sleep.

Well, not me. I could not even consider getting back on that big, shaking monstrosity so I retired to the couch and my favorite (and recently laundered) blanket and settled in for the rest of the night. But I couldn't sleep. I think it was the shaking mixed with the fact that even though things seem relatively normal, the schedule seems to have changed slightly. Like everything is happening sooner than I feel like it should.

Man, I need a good cat-nap.

I Am Gorgeous And Have Lots Of Fur.

It's true. I spent a good part of 2009 with much less fur than comes naturally to me. I was even, dare I say it...sexy. I looked like a go-go dancer at one point, and seriously considered a late-in-life career switch.

I also very much enjoyed the low-maintenance aspect of the new fur situation. I swallowed much less fur while grooming and had more time to contemplate higher-level thoughts. (side note: higher level thoughts are overrated)

But it has been a rainy, cooler winter and all my fur has returned. I am told that, when it begins to warm up, I will once again look like a go-go dancer. Well, maybe just the fleece blanket look again cuz the go-go dancer look was a bit on the exteme side and I am old, for goodness sake.

Oh, and Jill thinks I have beautiful eyes. She's correct. I do.

Meow Out!

Keeper and I would like to send a MEOW OUT! to Jill and the other two readers of this blog...Happy Hollisdays!

Keeper met Jill in person yesterday and says she's really cool. I think Oliver and Bernadette should start a blog. I'd like to see the world from their perspective, whether in pictures or words.

Meowy Christmas!

Bedroom Privileges Revoked

I have not been allowed in the bedroom as of late. This pisses me off, and sometimes I find ways to break in and snuggle under bunched up comforter anyway. I yell and and scream when removed.

I do, however, have a very sexy haircut that finally proves once and for all that I was fluffy and not fat. So all you haters can go frak off. I'm hot. I'm old and cranky, but still hot.

Keeper also insists on sticking a needle in me every once in awhile. It's more irritating than painful, but I still hate it.

In order to punish her, I allow my crankiest meows to spill out of my mouth in full force.

At least she finally got decent tasting treats to hide my pills in. Bitch.

Keeper is boring.

Keeper is very distracted and boring to me right now. I wish she would pull her head out of her butt and look around her and be present. But no. She has her head stuck in a computer or a book and ignores me and the rest of the apartment. Like we don't even exist or something.

I am enjoying my new haircut, however.

Shaved.

Keeper had me shaved! It was humiliating. And yet, when temps reached into the upper 90s this week I was very glad.

But I still hate her. She didn't even ask. I do look all svelte now. I'm not as fat as most people seem to think, and now it is obvious. I also like how intense the petting feels without all the fur in the way.

But it is still no excuse. I shall now go do something secret and evil.

The Year So Far.

It was been a quite eventful year so far. The hardwood floor situation has been resolved, but now Keeper is concerned about heat. Alas, solving problems before they occur has never worked out so well for her, so I have been encouraging her to focus on other, more pressing concerns.

Such as my new condition. I have kidney issues and require much attention now. I might also add that it is very good that keeper has a good job now.

My new requirements:

1) Prescription food.

2) One big ass capsule to be snuck into me in some way once per day.

3) Two smaller pills to be snuck into me in some way twice per day.

4) 150 cc's of IV treatment to be administered subcutaneously every other day. No re-using of the needles.

Oh, but I am sooooo worth it.