Thursday, June 21, 2007
Pooh Bear Speaks Out
Hello to my peeps!
Since the woman has been a blogging lump on a log recently, I convinced her to let me write an entry. I've been pretty busy myself - mostly basking in sunbeams - but I felt bad that she was leaving you all hanging. So I'm taking a few minutes out of my naptime on the back of the couch to write to you.
First, there has been this "guy" hanging around the house a lot. He's ok, I guess, if you like the non-furry type. He was my savior when the woman went on her trip, and he made sure that I had food to eat. He even hung around watching the big-screen tv so I wouldn't get too lonely. When he comes over, I don't run away. I like to keep my eyes on him. He still looks kind of shifty to me. The other day, he dared to put his hand on The Woman's leg, and I jumped on the couch and head butted his hand so he'd pet ME. I'm a very jealous cat. I am the man in her life, and he had just better get used to that. Then again, he did give her flowers, which made her just giddy, so maybe he's not that bad.
And to add insult to injury, The Woman took me to the V-E-T last week. She "says" it's because the law requires me to get a rabies shot. I think she was paying me back for the head-butting the guy thing, but regardless. I did not like this vet. She squeezed my tummy and made me growl, and didn't give me any processed cheese after like the OLD vet did. But the Woman says this is the closest vet, so my choice is a short car ride or processed cheese. It's a hard decision, I have to say. The rabies shot they gave me made me a grumpy bear for a few days. I got all drooly, and didn't want to eat (which is when you KNOW something is wrong). The Woman also says that I smelled funny for a few days. She says that maybe we'll defy the law, since I'm an indoor cat, and not get a rabies shot anymore.
THEN the vet says I need to get some teeth pulled and get them cleaned. The Woman says I'll need to get a job to pay for the $400 proceedure. She wonders if I really need to have the dental work done, or if the vet is trying to buy a new house. Any of you cats out there have any insight? I won't let the Woman brush my teeth, so that's not an option.
I've finally adjusted to life in the new house. I have a few new favorite spots to nap. I like to bat on the shades in the morning until the Woman opens them so I can look out the window. And then I like the afternoon sun in the kitchen. I also like to sneak into the kitchen pantry to steal food when the Woman doesn't see me. She's shut me in there a few times, and it's dark, but that's ok, because there's an endless supply of food.
That's the low down on me. Peace out!