Thursday, March 30, 2006

Riding Shotgun

Well, I got duped into going to the V-E-T yesterday. My Dad and Cat Couch watch me closely (Dad even sometimes goes with me to the litterbox to see what I'm doing!) and they decided that they wanted Dr. Henry to check me out.

Dr. Henry is okay, but I don't like having her feel my belly or look in my mouth. THEN she took some blood from me! The whole office said that they could hear me growl. Apparently my chart is marked with some special notation about me being feisty or something.

Then Dr. Henry called later. Cat Couch listened to the phone machine thing three times, so I know what she said. My Liver Nzi-mee-thingies are up over 500, and my Kidnee Nzi-mee-thingies are 2.7. And I've lost One-Point-Three pounds since November.

Guess what? This means that Cat Couch has to stick me with the needle to give me hi-dray-shun EVERY DAY now. And Dad said that he will learn to stick me, too.

aaargh-ggrrr-wreow . . .

One good thing is that they'll give me food anytime I ask. Not always what I want, true, but they offer it. And I'm trying a new stinky-food that's pretty good so far.

And I must say that it was fun riding shotgun in Cat Couch's van. Usually she shoves me in the carrier box. This time she put on the body harness leash and seacured me to the front seat next to her. I got to look out the window there and back! She drove very gently so that I would not be bumped, and she said that she was impressed that I could keep my balance like that! Then on the way home, we stopped at the Twin's school to wait for school to be done. I got to look out the open window at all the birds in the bushes. That was nice.

NEW MEW: Cat Couch tells me that I should use the "abc check" thing. I have high ENZYME levels. I still don't know what that means.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

"Chatham's Eyes"

I know that we all experience our people taking our pictures. But I would like to take a moment to brag about one of the pictures that my Cat Couch took.

When I was much younger and before the Twins were born, my Cat Couch took a picture of me hiding behind Dad's legs. She really liked it, so she put it into a contest called "The Art of the State". It's only for the people who live in Pennsylvania. And people called Judges look at all the stuff people send in and pick what they like best.

NATURALLY they saw that a picture of a cat as being superior, so my picture was picked! I can say that my beautiful image hung in the State Museum of Pennsylvania.

(Mom says that she was pleased, but a little puzzled. She didn't really think it would make it into a big contest like that. I think that I'm insulted.)

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Go Away . . .

I REALLY insist that you take that flashy camera away and let me sleep . . .

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Humphrey, the British Cat in Charge

My Cat Couch read in the paper the other day that a famous British cat died recently.

Humphrey wandered into the home of the woman in charge of England and she let him stay. Then another man in charge sent Humphrey to live somewhere else. Maybe he was a dog man. Or maybe his wife didn't like cats. Anyway, Humphrey was pretty popular in England. The Guardian has an article about him.

While Cat Couch wasn't looking, I found a website about Cats in Charge that has Humphrey and Socks (an American Cat) on it.

I'm older than Humphrey. Kinda of makes me nervous.

(my Cat Couch got the picture from here, it was taken by a AP Photographer named Michael Stephens. Whatever that means.)

Friday, March 17, 2006

Happy St. Patrick's Day

My brother Salem wishes you all
a Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Doesn't he look thrilled?

Tuesday, March 14, 2006


I'm done with mine . . . How 'bout you?

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Sunny Day

It's a sunny day. Perfect for sleeping near a window.
I can hardly wait for the sunlight to move over to me.
How are YOU spending your day?

Sunday, March 05, 2006

A Manicure

My brother Salem and I give Cat Couch a hard time about trimming our claws. Dad and the Twin Girls won't even try to do it. So Cat Couch sneaks up on us during naps and trys to clip one or two at a time.

But I'm wise to her tactics!

But last week she discovered that she had been missing one of my dew claws. (She calls it my thumb claw.) She thought that my claw had started to grow into my pad, so she made an appointment to have the groomer at the Vet's do it.

Boy, I HATE going to the Vet's!

Cat Couch handed me over to the groomer, and she stayed out in the waiting room. She said that she could hear me growling and meowing angrily. Then the groomer went back out front to ask the Assistant to come back and help her with me. Cat Couch said that a woman with a large dog out front wondered what was going on because of all the noise I was making.

The groomer said that because I had "thick old cat claws", my dew claw pad wasn't too bad. Some kind of watery stuff was put on it and Cat Couch put more on later.

So now my Cat Couch is bragging to people that it took two people to trim the claws of a cat nearly 19 years old.


Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Rabbit Rabbit!

Yes, it is time for another Pezland tradition: Rabbit Rabbit. (If you're wondering what it's all about, my Cat Couch posted about it).

My question for today is this: What would you say happened after this photo was taken? I'm feeling a little concerned for that rabbit. (Or perhaps jealous of that cat?)