tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175777632024-03-23T14:22:30.423-04:00Ayla the GrumpObservations and rantings from the Queen of the GrumpsAylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-15732354334695104482007-09-16T16:49:00.000-04:002007-09-16T16:56:51.668-04:00Thank YouI just wanted to say thank you to everybody for their kind words, hugs, and prayers. Things have been hard the past couple of weeks but this great cat blogosphere community has really helped get us through it.<br /><br />At the very least, I know Ayla would've been impressed at all the attention. For a cat who wanted to be left alone, it's amazing to see how many friends she made.<br /><br />I've been encouraged by friends and family to keep on blogging. I've especially been encouraged by my other kitties, each of whom now wants their own webpages. Since time is limited due to my jobs, I'm only going to do one kitty blog for now: the <a href="http://flockofuzzies.blogspot.com/">Flock O' Fuzzies</a> one. I know I've been neglecting it for quite some time but I think it will be a good jump off point for now. While I can't guarantee daily updates, I promise to add the humorous stories as they come it. You can't have a bunch of kitties and not have a few interesting days.<br /><br />So please check out <a href="http://flockofuzzies.blogspot.com/">Flock O' Fuzzies</a>. The most recent post is a bit sad but hopefully I have a lot of happy things to share with all of you.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-54960366395459605632007-09-05T20:32:00.000-04:002008-12-09T06:18:19.575-05:00Ayla (1990-2007)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsNJaBhSiMPepbcrwaFuHZpYblqHW0A07bS930I7FfbJA6X8iVPs-6p07UUXXaJcbVkZTVEk0o927rvicqVolLxop-R9p3x6oIxeIqbLkYvBOeXDcmQup15SQybWd4JNiLhmg/s1600-h/aylaportrait.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsNJaBhSiMPepbcrwaFuHZpYblqHW0A07bS930I7FfbJA6X8iVPs-6p07UUXXaJcbVkZTVEk0o927rvicqVolLxop-R9p3x6oIxeIqbLkYvBOeXDcmQup15SQybWd4JNiLhmg/s400/aylaportrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106882858115782082" border="0" /></a>My beautiful baby girl has crossed the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon.<br /><br />I'm sorry. I just can't write anything right now. It just hurts so much.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com117tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-58068203208405992782007-09-04T18:11:00.000-04:002007-09-04T18:24:13.375-04:00When is it Time?From The Mom -<br /><br />When do you say it's time to help your best friend of 17 years cross over the Rainbow Bridge? I thought Ayla would be clear in telling me when she would be ready to go, but she's being her stubborn self.<br /><br />The cancer she has will never go away. It just gets worse and worse. Her weight is down even more so she is literally skin and bones. She can barely open her mouth to eat. Her left eye is swollen closed from the tumor. Her left cheek is full of lesions including a small area of skin that just disappeared, like part of her cheek was gouged out. When I noticed it last night, I was crying so hard. <br /><br />I figured it was Time and we would call the vet.<br /><br />However, the old girl has been more spry these past couple of weeks than she has been in months. She's trotting up and down the stairs, demanding Stinky Goodness, and is being her old snarky self. Every time I think it's Time, she does something to remind me that she is still there, being strong, tough, and independent like she always has been.<br /><br />Part of me wants to help her fight. Give her as many good days as she wants. But I don't know if I can take it any more. Every time I see her, I cry. She was such a beautiful girl and now she is so tiny and fragile and mutilated by this evil disease. Is this more of a decision for me or for her at this point? If I know her, she'll keep going strong mentally until her body gives out. I just don't think I can be that strong. I love her so much and to see her body being eaten away is wrenching my heart.<br /><br />How do you know when it's Time for both you and her?Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-19803075549093218992007-09-01T10:36:00.000-04:002007-09-01T10:45:11.907-04:00Hugs for the MomThe Mom has had a couple of really bad days back to back.<br /><br />On Thursday, she talked to her library job. Because she gots the full-time job at the college, her boss at the library wanted her to quit the library job. The thing is, the Mom really, really loves that job and to her it's more of a fun outing around books than a jobbie. So she managed to pursue her boss there to let her work two Saturdays a month with a demotion. The Mom is kind of upset about it. She understand that she couldn't devote the hours she used to 'cause of the full-time job but she didn't think they would try to get her to leave.<br /><br />Then yesterday, she got a call from the other college she teaches at. The one class she has there was canceled due to low enrollment. Well duh. It was a SUNDAY class. Who the heck is going to take a history class on a Sunday morning? Well, she's upset about it 'cause she likes teaching at that college.<br /><br />The worst, though, happened yesterday morning. The Mom and the Dad were bringing the Dad's car to the mechanic. The Mom was driving her car, the Dad his. Well, it was a new mechanic so the Mom was unsure of where to go. When she saw the turnoff at the last minute, she stopped short. Unfortunately, the Dad's car's brakes failed and he went ramming into the Mom's car. They are both OK but their cars aren't. The Dad's car is at a body shop with the left front of the car smashed in. The Mom's is in the driveway but she can't really drive it 'cause the trunk keeps popping open. At least they were able to get the insurance people to get them a rental.<br /><br />The humans say bad things come in threes. I guess they are right.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-84432206677624188442007-08-30T18:08:00.000-04:002007-08-30T18:15:58.805-04:00Vicious Deer Siting!I was sleeping on the dirty clothes pile all nice and comfy when I hear the Mom yell "Honey! Come up here and see this!" They were pointing out the window and so I had to see what the big deal was. I mean they woke me up and all so it better be worth it, right?<br /><br />So what do I see? Two big vicious deer (one had horns!) and two mini vicious deer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/vicious_deer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/vicious_deer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />They were across the street just walking around. Those things are evil! And they were so close to me. Bah. If they tried to come up to me I'd just whap them upside the head. Nobody messes with me.<br /><br />OK, well maybe the cancer is. The Mom is getting really worried 'cause the lesion on the side of my face is getting bigger. At first she thought it was a sore from the food that was constantly on my face (this stupid cancer makes it hard to eat) but for the past couple of weeks she has been keeping my face clean. Dr. Country Bob said it was the cancer poking through. You can see the lesion a bit on my face in this photo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/ayla083007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/ayla083007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Excuse the dirty face and paws. The Mom tried the wet-wipes but they didn't do such a good job cleaning me up and she doesn't want to put me through the stress of a bath (thank goodness for something!).<br /><br />Have I mentioned that cancer sucks?Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com120tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-59746843095173152502007-08-26T22:59:00.001-04:002007-08-26T23:07:08.350-04:00Shot = Good ThingThe Mom brought me to see Dr. Country Bob on Friday evening to get another shot. Unfortunately, while we were there, the V-E-T weighed me. I've lost almost a pound since I was at the V-E-T's a few weeks ago so now I'm a little over 5 pounds. This has the Mom really worried 'cause I'm now lighter that TAO. She asked the V-E-T what to do and he prescribed some canned food (it's called "Recovery") that's really yummy. He also gave the Mom some of these meat-liquid stuff but that is nasty. Yuck!<br /><br />This shot seems to be working well 'cause I"m feeling much better again. I don't have much energy to thwap TAO but I was able to mooch serious amounts of cheese and ham today from the Mom when she was eating lunch. She said that's a really good sign. OK I guess. All I know is that it was yummy.<br /><br />Eating has become a bit more difficult. The left side of my face isn't cooperating with me. It's that evil cancer crap. First it was causing me to drool and now I really don't have control over anything on that side any more. As long as the food is soft, I can kind of slurp it and lick it up. The ham and cheese was a bit hard but the Mom helped me eat it. It gets really frustrating. The Mom says that as long as I'm eating, that's a Good Thing. I just tell her to keep bringing the ham and cheese and I'll keep on eating as long as I'm able to.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-66321643817829036452007-08-21T18:56:00.000-04:002007-08-21T18:58:45.514-04:00Just Chillin'Here I am, enjoying the entire bed to myself just chillin' and relaxing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/ayla082107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/ayla082107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The Mom says I'll be going for another shot later this week as the effects of the last one are wearing off. She also says I need a bath 'cause I've been drooling all over myself. Bah.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-81203357373140257962007-08-15T19:19:00.000-04:002008-12-09T06:18:19.800-05:00'Roid RageThe Dad keeps on making fun of me 'cause I'm all pumped up on steroids and he's waiting for me to go into "'roid rage." I have no clue what this was so I asked the Mom ('cause she's the smarter of the two...hey...she doesn't make fun of me). Supposedly, when stupid humans take steroids they can go crazy and get all destructive like. I don't think kitties get this, but I'm thinking I could use this to my advantage. Maybe if I beat the crap out of the Annoying One I can use the defense of "'roid rage." Human lawyers use it all the time so why can't I as a kitty who is all pumped up on steroids? Hmmm....I'm beginning to like this idea. *evil grin*<br /><br />Oh...and a note of congrats to the Mom. She got hired as a lecturer at one of the colleges she teaches at. It's a full time, non-tenure track gig but it's better than the adjunct hell she has been working. It also means she can spend more quality time with me, which is the most important part. So I want to attach this picture from <a href="http://www.lolcats.com/">LOLcats</a> to congratulate her:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNa9X1WXxEdTrlPgj-9ZoDOPPCwS6KLIE4uJ56bush49CcSNs1YSQTuJ0SVZydn6909uedigRUhlYtu4inLi99voOQQAO9gbseqkqkZ5M1uE34Pn2B4nEDv4h-22NWYJByFDgL/s1600-h/lolcatsdotcombqtxi6p42rgnzly2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNa9X1WXxEdTrlPgj-9ZoDOPPCwS6KLIE4uJ56bush49CcSNs1YSQTuJ0SVZydn6909uedigRUhlYtu4inLi99voOQQAO9gbseqkqkZ5M1uE34Pn2B4nEDv4h-22NWYJByFDgL/s320/lolcatsdotcombqtxi6p42rgnzly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099072781213497362" border="0" /></a>Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-22495425092991329572007-08-09T13:48:00.000-04:002007-08-09T13:58:13.728-04:00OK......so while I technically hate V-E-Ts, Dr. Country Bob may not be all that bad.<br /><br />OK. Let me clarify something. The Dr. Country Bob that the Annoying One went to who screwed up his diagnosis was an associate of the true Dr. Country Bob, not the real Dr. Country Bob. Does that make sense? The Mom doesn't hate the real Dr. Country Bob and thought that since he has been my V-E-T for the past six months he knows me best.<br /><br />Anyhoo, I saw Dr. Country Bob yesterday and he poked and prodded and then gave me a big nasty shot. Not the best way to spend the afternoon. But you know what? I'm feeling good. I don't know what was in that shot but it's like a sort of "happy shot." The Mom said it was steroids but I'm feeling like a bit of the ol' nip was put in there. Good stuff.<br /><br />This morning, the Mom was really happy to hear me yowling at her to feed me. Hmmm...this drug must make me hallucinate or something 'cause she is usually complaining when I yowl at her. She even gave me extra Stinky Goodness and was petting me and saying "good Ayla" while I was eating. Hmmm...maybe Dr. Country Bob gave her a "happy shot" too. Who knows? Who cares? I'm feeling better and I'm getting extra Stinky Goodness. I'm just going to enjoy it. :)Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-75148217641201955952007-08-08T17:48:00.000-04:002007-08-08T17:53:10.643-04:00Another Update From The MomFrom the Mom:<br /><br />Just wanted to give you all a head's up before I give out final exams tonight. We took Ayla to the vet today and things are looking better. The vet gave her a heavy duty steroid shot to help reduce the swelling and give her a little boost. Yesterday and today she was a lot better so I was happy he was able to help her out some. I just have to wait and see how the shot affects her. If it does well, the vet said she has a couple of months in her. If not...well...we'll be lucky to have a month. I have faith my snarky little girl won't give up that easily.<br /><br />I want to thank everybody for the thoughts and prayers. It means a lot to me and to Ayla.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-31836364767917298292007-08-06T08:44:00.001-04:002007-08-06T08:51:17.065-04:00Update From The MomI just wanted to give an update on Ayla since many are asking how she is doing. Unfortunately not so well. <br /><br />Her face has gotten so swollen that it has made it difficult for her to eat. It really is amazing how much the tumor has grown in just two months. Also, I don't know if it's that she's having trouble eating or the cancer, but she has also lost a lot of weight. I'm going to bring her to the vet later this week to have her checked out and see if there is anything we can do to help the swelling.<br /><br />If not...well...I'm starting to look at her quality of life. Right now, she is spending 99% of her time in the closet with only occasional outings to the food dish and the litter. Her spunky attitude does come out around feeding time but this morning it was painful to watch her eat.<br /><br />I will keep you all updated on her condition as soon as I know more.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-65017175667005323782007-08-02T14:23:00.000-04:002007-08-02T14:31:24.563-04:00Bad, Evil DeerBad, evil, nasty deer.<br /><br />The Mom was driving to work on Tuesday and a suicidal deer ran in front of her car! She was all the way up in the mountains driving when she saw a deer so she slowed down. Then all of a sudden, BOOM! This crazy deer comes out of nowhere and the Mom couldn't stop in time. She's ok and so is the car but the Mom isn't sure how the deer was. It wasn't dead since it ran into the woods. The Mom is thankful there wasn't any damage 'cause there was no cell reception way up there and there's no way she could've gotten help.<br /><br />She does have to wash her car though. It is now covered with evil deer poop.<br /><br />Stupid deer.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-91292053601799291692007-07-28T09:45:00.001-04:002007-07-28T09:54:22.112-04:00Oh boyOne of the outside kitties had kittens. Five of them. Well, we think that but there may be more 'cause every time we see them there is a new one.<br /><br />Personally, I don't mind the outside kitties. Why? They aren't eating my food or annoying me and as long as they stay outside, I can accept their existence. The humans, however, are a different story:<br /><br />"Oh my...look how adorable they are!" squeals the Mom.<br />The Dad looks out the door and says "they are cute."<br />"I don't know if we'll be able to catch them. They seem to be just as skittish as their mom."<br />"Great. That's all we need are cats number ten, eleven, twelve--"<br />"--honey," the Mom growls angrily at the Dad.<br />"Oh you know I'll do nothing to stop you."<br />The Mom walks away with a smile on her face.<br /><br />I may be old and grumpy but I'm not stupid. This means one of two things: 1) she will attempt to catch the kittens and "rescue" them. Or 2) she won't catch the kittens and she'll be upset and crying for a kitten. That leads to her and the Dad going to the local shelter and "rescuing" a kitten from there. Either way, this means that by the end of the summer they'll be adding to the throng of Brats I already am tormented by.<br /><br />It's at times like these I really hate life.<br /><br />P.S.1. I'm doing fine. My face is really swollen now so I've gotten into this awful habit of drooling on myself.<br /><br />P.S.2. TAO is doing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span>. The Mom took his cone off last night and he's not scratching at his eye. It looks almost healed. They'll be going to the eye doctor on Monday for a follow up.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-44114063278757296882007-07-21T22:09:00.001-04:002007-07-21T22:09:49.876-04:00Who the hell......is Harry Potter and why has the Mom spent all day reading about him and not lavishing attention on me?Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-12174075384113558142007-07-17T12:13:00.000-04:002007-07-17T12:21:37.194-04:00Another Update on TAOYa. I know I haven't written in a while. Blame the Mom. She turns off her computer when she's out and lately she's been out a lot. Working, supposedly. Why she can't leave her computer on when she's gone is beyond me.<br /><br />Anyhoo...the Mom did bring TAO to Dr. Eye Person for a follow up. He took all these weird lights that were white and blue and wore this funny thing on his head to look at TAO's eyes. The ulcer is completely gone but his eye is still healing. So, this means he'll have to wear the cone for another couple of weeks and get all those drops he's been bitching about. Bah. Poor baby. *rolls eyes* At least he doesn't have a malignant tumor in his mouth. Next time he complains I'm giving him a good thwapping.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-49867994281814415442007-07-10T12:24:00.000-04:002007-07-10T12:49:02.227-04:00Update on The Annoying OneIt looks like TAO is coming home today. Well, I was enjoying the peace and quiet.<br /><br />The eye doctor looked at him yesterday and said he won't need surgery as long as the medication keeps on working. He did say that the ulcer went down 35% into his cornea which is a lot in my opinion but the eye is still good.<br /><br />According to the Mom, he's going to be wearing that awful cone on his head. I have never had the humilation of wearing one of those things. Since he is getting better, I may have to tease him a bit. At the very least, get the Mom to take lots of pictures of him so we can make fun of him later on.<br /><br />The Mom did say that I'm not allowed to thwap him for a while. Bah. First off, I have no front claws. Secondly, I won't thwap him in the face but I make no promises on the rest of him. If I know that little Brat, he'll be bugging me the minute he gets home, trying to snuggle with me and all that stuff. The minute he gets near me I'll have to give him a little nip on his tush to remind him who is boss. Just because you just got out of the hospital doesn't me you can bother me.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-8070137980910209592007-07-09T12:30:00.000-04:002007-07-09T12:48:35.744-04:00Prayers PleaseThe Annoying One (TAO for short in this post) is in the hospital. He has an eye ulcer that is so bad that the local V-E-T told us he might lose his eye.<br /><br />And you know whose fault it is? Stupid Dr. Country Bob. The Mom brought TAO to him last month. His eye was really runny and he could barely keep it open. Dr. Country Bob said it was an eye infection and gave some anti-biotic goop with a steroid in it. The Mom was a bit suspicious in that it was clear stuff running out of his eye and not yellow or green stuff. She is kicking herself now for not requesting a "stain" to see if it was an ulcer at the time.<br /><br />Then Saturday night, the Dad noticed TAO's eye was really swollen. Yesterday morning, the Mom looked at it and saw it was all red and hazy. They took the Annoying One to Dr. Country Bob 'cause his office had emergency hours. The V-E-T there was amazed at how bad his eye was and was even more amazed the earlier V-E-T hadn't stained his eye. The lady showed the Mom and the Dad the ulcer on his eye and said that TAO needed to see an ophthalmologist ASAP.<br /><br />Oh ya, did I mention the anti-biotics with steroids probably made his eye worse?<br /><br />With that, they packed up TAO and rushed him to the Oradell Animal Hospital in Paramus, NJ. It's like 1 1/2 hours away but that used to be our old V-E-T and they are really, really good there. Plus, they have an ophthalmologist on call. They admitted him and TAO's supposed to see the eye doctor later today. When the Mom talked to them this morning, they said he was responding well to medication treatment which was a good sign. We'll know whether or not he needs surgery this afternoon.<br /><br />Now you guys know how I feel about TAO but even I'm not evil enough to wish this on anybody. The poor little Brat is in quite a bit of pain and may lose his eye, at the very least his vision. Please send prayers his way for a speedy recovery.<br /><br />P.S. The Mom is never bringing us to Dr. Country Bob again. There was much rejoicing.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-27808706314608846022007-07-04T08:57:00.001-04:002007-07-04T09:03:08.191-04:00New Sleepy SpotWhenever I'm in the closet, the Mom comes over, pushes aside the clothes, and says "oh there you are" in this sickeningly cute voice. She then pets me on the head and puts the clothes back.<br /><br />This has to be the most freakin' annoying thing possible.<br /><br />Then yesterday, I realized why she's doing it. She wants to see me to make sure I'm alright. Ever since my stupid diagnosis, she constantly wants to be around me and is "checking in" on me. So I figured, I need to do something where I'm easily visible (so she won't wake me up) but in a place where I'm still comfortable.<br /><br />Voila! The cubby hole in the closet:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/ayla070307.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hockeycat93.com/fuzzies/images/ayla070307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Now I'm perfectly comfortable sleeping on top of clothes in the closet and yet I'm easily visible so the Mom doesn't have to constantly wake me up.<br /><br />Get that Mom? Don't wake me up. OK?<br /><br />P.S. Though you can't see it in this picture, the tumor is on the left side of my face and it's starting to get really big. Otherwise, I'm ok.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-69476749955691554282007-06-30T10:03:00.000-04:002007-06-30T10:07:00.405-04:00Note to the DadIf you have cheese, I will find you. No matter where you are hiding in the house, I will find you. So don't act all surprised if I come out of nowhere and yowl in your face. You should expect it by now.<br /><br />To put it in computer geek terms that you could understand: all ur cheese belong to us!Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-45522870999631515922007-06-28T17:26:00.000-04:002007-06-28T17:31:24.962-04:00Note to the Annoying OneIf you see me outside of the closet, that does not mean you should bother me. I am just trying to go downstairs to eat or use the Stinky Pan. I do not want to deal with you. If you come near me again, I will have to beat the living #$%@ out of you. The best part? With the way things are now, the Mom will let me do it without any repercussions. <span style="font-style: italic;">Capisce</span>?<br /><br />It's good to be the Queen.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-18028518013550705072007-06-25T11:50:00.001-04:002007-06-25T11:50:52.893-04:00Ugh...<a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"><img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/g.jpg" alt="Online Dating" /></a><br /><br />I must be doing something wrong.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-40227417819619037132007-06-24T23:26:00.000-04:002007-06-24T23:30:23.865-04:00What we do......to keep our humans happy.<br /><br />The Mom has been unusually depressed lately. From what I gather, a lot of it has to do with her not getting the full-time teaching gig she interviewed for. Since the Brats don't have a clue as to how to help her, I need to come out of my comfy closet and show them a few tricks.<br /><br />It's easy to keep the humans happy. Case in point: the Mom. All I have to do is jump on the bed under my own power, curl up on the pillow, and purr. That alone makes her happy. To deal with this stupid depression she has, I just take it one step further. I rub my nose all over the edge of her glasses and give her little kisses on her forehead. Usually by that point she's giggling and laughing.<br /><br />My job is done.<br /><br />Back to the closet.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-35899879744675352612007-06-19T14:09:00.000-04:002007-06-19T14:22:35.793-04:00OK Enough AlreadyOK, getting the extra attention was nice. At first. Sometimes a girl just wants to hang out in the closet and be left alone. Especially with the weather being all yucky and humid. I'm tired, cranky, and the temperatures in house range from too cold to too hot. This means:<br /><ul><li>I do not want to be yanked out of my nice closet. It's probably one of the most comfortable places too because it's dark and and not too cold from your stupid air conditioner thingie.</li><li>I do not want to be hugged. You're body heat and my body heat just makes things too freaking hot.</li><li>I do not want to sleep on the pillow for the entire night. Usually either the Annoying One comes to bother me or else Loki sleeps on top of me. That's more of the combined heat thingie and that's a Bad Thing.</li></ul><p>If you really want to make me happy, you can give me my Stinky Goodness when I ask for it. Don't just go "oh look...Ayla's out of the closet." If I'm looking at you and yowling, that usually means "get your tush out of the bed and feed me dammit." How difficult is this to comprehend?</p>Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-75505610780320131122007-06-16T10:22:00.000-04:002007-06-16T10:30:17.163-04:00I'm Starting to Enjoy......all the positive attention.<br /><br />For the past couple of nights, the Mom has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">insistent</span> on me sleeping on her pillow. I had been spending most of my time in the closet. Why? Well, the Mom has lots of really long dresses whose bottoms puddle on the floor so I can curl up in a ball in all that fabric. It's warm, dark, quiet, and most importantly no Brats. But now I have to humor the Mom and sit on her pillow until she falls asleep. Then I sneak back into the closet.<br /><br />Then again, the pillow bit isn't a bad deal. The Mom lavishes me in pets and good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scritches</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">occasionally</span> she has a treat. Like last night she gave me a piece of hot dog. I haven't had that in ages. It made the Mom happy to see me eating so we were both pleased. But honestly, if me eating makes her happy, I'm more than willing to oblige.<br /><br />How am I doing? I'm having my good days and bad days, but that's more to do with this girl's old joints and the weather than my cancer. The other day was just yucky with the rain and the cold and everything hurt. Yesterday and today, though, were nice and warm. At least now I can move around without aching.<br /><br />Thanks again for all your well wishes, purrs, hugs, and prayers!Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577763.post-8761196155978433772007-06-13T12:03:00.000-04:002007-06-13T12:05:37.745-04:00Just an FYIThe Mom has decided to start up writing again in the Flock of Fuzzies blog. Silly her, she forgot the sign in information for the last new version so she redid the old version. Humans can be so stupid. You can find the link at:<br /><br /><a href="http://flockofuzzies.blogspot.com/">http://flockofuzzies.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />She's doing this 'cause I'm getting sick of having her take over my blog. It is MY blog. You don't she her name on it do you? Didn't think so. At least now she can talk all she wants over there.Aylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00593123760945061749noreply@blogger.com11