Monday, May 28, 2007

Update on Ayla

From The Mom:

Last Friday, I brought Ayla in to the vet to get her routine "senior" physical and shots. However, while we were there, the vet noticed that her left eye and cheek were swollen. Upon closer examination, her left pupil wasn't the same size as her right. The vet said that it could be an abscessed tooth but most likely is an oral tumor of some sort. He put her on antibiotics and gave us the "worse case scenario." You know, the "she's older than dirt" lecture, which I'm sure Ayla was thrilled to hear.

Right now she seems to be doing fine but her face is still rather swollen. We're going to see how things turn out. If it's still swollen in a week, we'll take her to our old vet. The vet we saw is a "country bumpkin" sort of vet and while he may be very good, he was quick to diagnose a tumor. Ayla is quite spunky and is still thwapping around the other cats so personally I don't want to believe it is cancer.

I will keep you all posted. All I ask is that you pray for her. She is a good, loyal cat and though she may be grumpy, she has been there for me through some of my toughest times. I love her dearly.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Top of the Stinky Goodness Pile

Julia wrote a comment on my last post that she found me while Googling "stinky goodness." Since the Mom's not home and I was bored I decided to Google it myself. There I was at the top of the Google search! Can you believe that? I was positive it would be Max or Buddah with the top Stinky Goodness posts, not little ole' me. Hehehe. I feel so powerful now. Muawhahahaha.

Anywho, thank you all for the words of support. I think the Mom is being rather selfish by not devoting more time to doting on me. So last night when the Mom got home I looked straight at her and yowled at her. "You're not spending enough time with me!" Then she picked me up and gave me some good pets. It was nice but extra Stinky Goodness would have made it even better. She told me to not push it.

Oh, by the way, I think I'm going to the V-E-T soon. The Mom was searching for my medical records in her office. When I asked her what was up, she just said she was looking for something but didn't tell me what it was. Later on, when she was sleeping, I jumped on her desk and saw my records. Oh I hope I don't get poked and stabbed again.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007


The Mom has been really busy the past month or so with all her grading and test writing and other worthless school stuff. She said yesterday that she was thankful she turned her final grades in. So, a logical thought would be "yea! I get the Mom now until school starts up again." Right?

A few minutes later she yells out "see you all later! I'm off to school!" Huh? What? I thought she was done with school for the summer. The Dad then explained that the Mom is teaching summer school all summer which means she won't be home in the evenings to hang out with. Bah.

Last night, I even acted really cute (very unlike me) doing all the purring and "happy feet" she loves so much to convince her that I'm much more important than school and she should stay at home to cater to MY needs. No. She says that she has to work to pay the bills and buy me my Stinky Goodness. Bah. I hate it when she uses that argument.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Ugh. Make Up Your Mind Please!

One week it's cold.

The next week it's nice and hot.

Now it's freakin' cold again.

What the heck is going on? The Mom assured me that things would be nice and warm. She said she's not in charge of the weather. Ya right. So who controls the temperatures inside the house, eh? What happened to the nice 70+ degrees we had inside? To me, outside weather does not matter. It's the inside one that counts. Who cares how freakin' cold it is outside? I'm not going out so hence I don't care.

What's worse? She has turned off the heat "for the season" so I have to deal with the chilly temperatures. I must remember to poop on her pillow when I get warm enough to move.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Seven Random Facts

"Seven Random Facts About Me"
Skeeter and LC tagged me!

Here are the rules for this meme ...

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things, and mention the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog!
  1. The Mom didn't mean to adopt a kitty the day she got me. She went with a friend to the house I was born in so her friend could find a new kitty. Of course, the Mom saw my beautiful face and couldn't resist.
  2. I was a very sick kitty. I had a really bad upper respiratory infection when the Mom got me and the V-E-T told her I would probably die. The Mom nursed me back to health by making me eat this yucky paste stuff. Then I moved onto baby food (very yummy) and then Stinky Goodness.
  3. I hate the Brats.
  4. I'm the only one of the Fuzzies left who has lived in every house the Mom has lived in (and that's a lot).
  5. I wasn't always grumpy. I used to act like a kitten all the time before my friend Xanadu crossed the Bridge. He was a really good friend. I miss him each day.
  6. I am the only Fuzzy the Mom has ever voluntarily had declawed. Yes, she regrets it so don't give her grief. It was 16 years ago and she was a lot more stupid back then. But I was awfully good at destroying furniture with my talons. Those were the days...
  7. And yes, I actually do get pleasure out of thwapping the Annoying One. You would too if you got the opportunity. He is quite the pest.
Once again, I am like the last kitty to do this meme so I'm tagging anybody left who hasn't done it.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Don't even THINK about it...

...we don't need any more cats.

You see, there are three fuzzies that are living outside our new house. The neighbor had been feeding them but she's been away for a couple of months now. A couple of days ago, when the Mom was feeding us, she heard a meow outside. It was the tiny tabby kitty. Since the Mom is a silly mushy human she went out and gave him some of OUR food. Um. Hello? That's OUR food. Not theirs. OURS.

Later that day, the Mom went out and bought the kitties their own bowl and food. Now she's feeding them on our front stoop. The next thing you know, she'll be adopting them, giving them names, and I'll have even more Brats to deal with.

I don't think so.

Monday, May 07, 2007


Hmmm. Could spring actually be here? It was really nice this weekend but I'm hesitant to fully shed my winter coat. I mean, less than a month ago it was 70 degrees one day and then we got 10" of snow two days later!

The Mom claims it's really spring now. It's supposed to get near 80 degrees most of the week. I hope so. I'm sick of the cold. The living room has been too chilly to hang out in and the Mom has been keeping the windows open in the rest of the house. All this chill isn't good for the old bones. If it gets warm enough I may get brave and venture out of the laundry basket and find a nice warm sunbeam.

Oh...and would somebody please tell the big fat Maine Coon that the laundry basket is my sleepy spot?