Bah, Bah, and Double Bah

The Mom has decided that the Annoying One is going to get Stinky Goodness again. She says that he's getting too skinny and hopes that he'll eat more with the wet food. This is bad enough because I have to endure that pain in the tush when I'm eating again. The really bad part is that he's getting the Extra Special Stinky Goodness too! Why should he get it? He doesn't deserve it. I'm the oldest and the more superior of the cats which means only I should get it. He can have the regular Stinky Goodness. The Extra Special kind is mine and mine alone.

Oh ya, the Mom said the people signed the contract so it's official: we're moving to a new house. She says that she'll let me have the run of her office in the house but it won't be all mine. See? I told you she'd pull that on me. She did say it had a nice closet in which she'll put a nice pillow for me. Bah. I want the laundry basket, not a pillow. I like sleeping on the stinky clothes. I may have to fight with her over this one. Then again, she says that she'll have her own washing machine so the laundry won't pile up like it is now. Well what's the fun in that?

Flannel Comfort Goodness

The Mom got new flannel sheets for the bed and they are really nice and soft. Of course, the first thing I'm going to do is assume my position on the Mom's pillow and take a nice nap, right?



Then the Mom grabs that stupid flashie thingie and wakes me up. Bah. Can't a girl sleep in peace?



And she wonders why I'm grumpy all the time.

Oh boy....here we go

The Mom got a phone call this morning from the realtor. The owners of the townhouse countered our counter-counter offer and the Mom accepted it. Tomorrow they are driving up to Vernon to sign a new contract with the new offer price. This means it's official: we're moving. Bah.

You'd think I'd be freaking out right now, eh? Well it's nothing compared to the Mom. She did this "happy dance" thingie and squeaked in delight. Then she started freaking out about lawyers, inspectors, movers, and a whole bunch of other things. Right now I think she is in shock.

On the bright side, I did get lots of turkey and ham. The Grandpa sent the Dad home with a whole turkey breast just for us!

Happy Turkey Day

Happy Turkey Day everybody! I hope you all get to eat lots of turkey bits. The Mom and the Dad are going to the Grandparents' house for dinner and she promised me that she will come back with not only turkey but ham as well. The Mom is weird in that she doesn't like turkey so the Grandpa makes ham especially for her. You won't hear me complain about that.

So what am I thankful for? Hmm...good question. I am thankful for:

• The Extra Special Stinky Goodness - How can you not be thankful for that?
  
• The Mom - You need to be thankful for the one who feeds you, especially when it's the Extra Special Stinky Goodness.
• The Dad - He's slowly learning how to do pets properly.
• The Laundry Basket - MY place that nobody else can have.
• The Annoying One - Hey, when I need to thwap someone upside the head he's a perfect target.
• Cheese - You can't forget Cheesey Goodness.
• The Cat Blogging Community - It's always good to have someone to vent to and sympathize with.
  

P.S. The Mom finally updated her blog. Can you believe it. It has only been like three months since she last wrote in it so she asked me to tell you all that it's active again.

Tired Out Tuesday

At least it is for the Mom. She is really wiped out. Today she taught in the morning, worked all day at the library, and then her and Dad drove up to Vernon to put an official offer on the house they like. The Mom confided that she was really scared about the whole thing. Um. Ok. If you're really scared then why are you doing it? Sounds kind of silly if you ask me. Though personally I'm starting to like the idea of a bigger place. A bigger place means less chance of me running into any of the Brats. I still doubt I'll get my own room but the Mom did say there were a LOT of closets, which means that I probably will get my own closet. That would be a Good Thing.

The Stabby Place

Sorry I haven't written in a bit. The Mom still won't show me how to turn on the computer and she has been really busy with the house hunting and school and stuff. I've been trying to get the Dad to show me by threatening to poop on his pillow but he knows that it's one of my favorite spots and won't do it. Bah.

Anyways, I got dragged to the V-E-T on Friday, or as Max calls it, the "Stabby Place." The latter is just a much more fitting term. It was bad enough being put in The Box. I almost got away a couple of times 'cause the Dad was trying to do it, but then the Mom showed up and stuffed me in it. Bah. It's a long drive to the V-E-T, about 1/2 hour away. Dr. D. is ok but this time she stabbed me with one of those needle thingies! She said I was due for my rabies vaccine. Rabies? How the frick am I going to get rabies? I never go outside. I think it was just an excuse to inflict torture on me. I know, I know. I need it anyways, but that doesn't mean I can't whine about it. At least this time she didn't stick a thermometer up my butt.

Oh ya, the Mom and Dad went to look at some places today and they think they've picked out a good one. It's really big and has sliding glass doors for us to look out of. The Mom also said it's three bedrooms and there's still a chance I get my own room. Ya right. She just wants to make me feel better about moving. I HATE moving.

Some Good News

The Mom got the information from the insurance company and unless there is more damage found, they are not going to consider it totalled. She was very, very happy when she heard this but then she started to cry again. Supposedly these were "tears of joy." Then, soon after that, she got her really mean look in her eyes and said "the &%#$ers aren't going to get away with this" and mumbled something about a bettered business bureau. Bah. Humans are weird.

Anyways, what's even better was that since we were good kitties in comforting the Mom she went out and bought us the SPECIAL Stinky Goodness. You know the stuff that's got veggies in it and is really expensive? She bought a whole bunch of cans and they are only going to be for me and Frankie. Too bad I've got to share, but it's better than nothing.

Car Problems and House Hunting

Normally, I have no sympathy to humans when they get upset about stuff 'cause most of the time the stuff that happens is their fault. This time, however, I do feel sorry for the Mom.

Last week, the Mom brought her car to the dealership to get the oil changed. Well, while the car was there, someone must've hit it 'cause the hood was bent and the bumper damaged. Since she tends to be oblivious, she didn't notice it for a couple of days. When she went to confront the dealership they gave her a hard time and refused to pay for the damage. That's bad enough, right?

Well, today she went to the mechanics to get a guesstimate about how much it's going to cost to fix it. There was a lot more damage to the car than you can tell from the outside and the guy told the Mom that the insurance company may just consider the car totalled rather than pay to fix it. Now I don't know about you guys but the Mom gets really attached to her cars. She had her first car for ten years and this one for eight. She even has a silly name for it: the Blue Baron. When she got home she was crying that she would lose her car and that they can't afford to buy a newer one right now since they are about to get a mortgage.

I'm sorry but anybody that makes the Mom cry deserves a good thwap upside the head with additional poopinosity on their pillows. Nobody makes the Mom cry and gets away with it. Bah.

On top of this, the humans are stressing out over house hunting. The Mom said they saw a lot of nice places but there was one major thing wrong with each of them. They'll be going out again in a couple of weeks looking at more of them. The Mom said a couple of them had three bedrooms which means I might actually get my own room. That would be so nice, but I'm not holding my breath. With my luck the Doofi will claim the room before I have a chance to get into the place.

When in doubt...

...hide.

The Doofi were really making a racket last night and were spazzing like crazy all throughout the house. It was bad enough that they ran over me on the Mom's pillow but they even ran over me when I tried to get some sleep in the laundry basket! I said "enough is enough" and looked around for the best spot away from those two loons. It was an unconventional spot for me but it worked: on top of the TV in the bedroom. The cable box was nice and warm to sit on and most important, the Doofi couldn't reach me up there. Unfortunately, it's not really big enough to sleep on but it works at a temporary refuge.



Oh Mom? I think you need to dust.

Mortgage? What's a mortgage?

The Mom has made the decision that she wants to buy a condo or a townhouse. She says that the Doofi (Loki and Monkee) are just way to big for our current place and she's sick of renting. So, she has been on the phone for the last few days getting "quotes" for this thing called a mortgage. I don't know what is it, but it's driving the Mom close to hysterics. She has been digging for papers and writing all this stuff down, mumbling about arms and percentage points and closing costs.

All I know is that means we'll eventually have to move. The Mom says it won't be until the spring, but it's still moving. I HATE moving. I don't want to move. I finally found all the comfy places here and I don't want to have to search a new place. Also, it means either being in The Box or locked in a small room with the Brats for the good part of a day. That is definitely not fun.

However, the Mom said the places she's looking at are at least twice as big as our place now and promised me lots of good hiding spots away from the Brats. If that's the case, it might be worth it. Bribing me with in my own room with lots of windows and Stinky Goodness would help. Hint, hint, Mom.

Speaking of Stinky Goodness, the Dad brought home sushi today for lunch and shared it only with the Mom. Salmon too. Bah. I may just have to puke on his pillow tonight when he's asleep.