Monday, December 7, 2009

Face Off!!!!!


Boo:  "Oh good grief!  I thought I was safe cuz Poonie can't jump on the table.  Now here's this creepy little kid with glittering blue eyes who just keeps staring at me.  He never moves.  Just stares.  I'm doomed."

Poonie:  "What a moron." 

Sunday, November 29, 2009

We Are Sending Our Vet's Kids To College

Due to the tremendous amount of time the human has been spending tending to the needs of her husband and human and animal friends, she hasn't been able to assist me with my blog.  However, Holly appears to be on the road to heartworm recovery, the husband's shoulder is repairing itself, and I survived the horror of being shoved in a cat carrier and getting drugged at the vet where they yanked out my teeth and stuck something plastic up my butt!  Not to mention getting stabbed with needles and being told that I weigh 13 pounds.  I swore I would NEVER AGAIN be thrust into the carrier, but darn if she didn't do it a week later.  And I got another shot, horror of horrors!!!  (Note from the human: we decided that in order to keep all my fingers we wouldn't attempt to give Poonie antibiotics in pill form, so the shot he received was a whopping dose of germkiller juice).

OK.  Now on to the silliness that is Boogie.  Guess what she thought she was going to be for Halloween?
A PENGUIN!  How pathetic is THAT?!


Yes, yes, yes.  He has great big yellow eyes.  So what?



This is Holly on drugs.  You can't simply tell a Chihuahua to calm down when they're on heartworm treatment--even when she actually had a near-death experience she didn't learn from it so the vet put her on downers.  And would you look at that belly?  This dog needs a girdle, stat!



As you can see, I was NOT a happy camper when I came home from the vet.  This is me, under the bed in the guest room. 



I'm ok now and back to ruling the roost around here.  Don't I look imperious?  Am I not THE most handsome, most wonderful cat in the whole wide world?  Thank you, I KNEW you'd agree!


Sunday, November 15, 2009

Squashy Face Lands In A Minefield


I know you've all been waiting anxiously to hear about my recovery, and I'm happy to say I've never been better.  Apparently having your teeth cleaned and two teeth pulled does more than eliminate bad breath--I can now actually chew my food and digest it properly!  I haven't hurled since I got home from that hellhole of a vet's office (of course, there's a downside: she can leave me alone now and believe I won't be leaving little surprises all over the floor.  Guess she hasn't heard of "paw down the throat"--can't have her thinking she can just take off WHENEVER).

I felt sure that Boo would get a major beating when she found him sitting in the middle of the pool table, surrounded by various breakable and rare items, but instead, SHE TAKES HIS PICTURE!  Jeez, this little s**thead is untouchable!  I mean, that's part of a rare pair of California pottery Indonesian dancer figurines and part of her damn precious stickpin collection. 

Yup, for sure, the paw goes down my throat the very next time she leaves the house.