Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Rowan came out of the kitchen with a FANTASTIC looking cookie in his hand the other day. That was the most spectacular looking cookie I have ever seen. It was shaped like a buffalo and smelled of peanut butter. I wanted it so baddly I started doing a little jig I made up on the spot. Rowan told me to sit down, which I assumed was because he didn't like my dance (he can be such an artistic snob) but as soon as my freckled posterior touched the floor, he GAVE me his COOKIE!
Mom said, "YAY!" and clapped. Rowan seemed excited as well. They both told me I was a good girl (duh).
Then, my day got even better. I was walking down the hall to see what Mom was doing when an intoxicating smell caught me. I looked and saw Frodo leaving a small room I had never noticed before. On closer inspection I found several snacks laying loose in the tiny room! Apparently Fordo is an outstanding cook and makes these snacks every day. I was in the middle of sampling a few when Mom came out of the bedroom and started yelling and carrying on. I sat down like I did for Rowan's cookie but for some reason she didn't calm down. She started yelling "Ewwww, Ewwww! Nooo!" This really freaked me out, so I did the only thing I could think of....I grabbed my remaining snacks and ran for the coffee table, Mom screaming behind me the whole way.
I really don't see what the big deal was. Frodo wasn't eatting them and there are plenty to go around. Apparently, they're called Kitty Krunchies.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
When we got home, Mommy gave me a little facial trim. I was starting to look like the bearded lady. Now I am looking good with my 80's rocker chick hairdo.
Mommy said she was going to buy me a new pink quilted coat today, but the doctor's visit was a bit more costly then she expacted, so apparently I have to make due with one of Frodo's hand me down sweaters for now. It's red cable knit and has a turtle neck, Gag!
I told her no, but she wouldn't listen. I told her I would rather go naked than wear that thing, but she said something about "freezing my freckled butt off" and it seemed like the end of the conversation. I think I'm going to try Daddy for the coat.
Later, I found Frodo in my room AGAIN, so I decided to take my nap in Rowan's bed. I got caught, per usual.
Monday, February 11, 2008
I was very recently adopted by my new family and am still getting the hang of a lot of things. For instance, I was not aware that when you enter a new home, it is NOT customary to poop directly in front of the nearest door. My new mommy said it was her fault for not telling me sooner and for not showing me where the bathroom was before we came inside, however that did not lessen my mortification at the situation. That was the first and only time I made that mistake.
I have not only gained a wonderful Mommy and Daddy from this arrangement, but also two older brothers. The oldest, Frodo, I could kind of do without. He is a rather large 6 year old black cat. He likes me very much and from the moment I came in the door he had his nose firmly up my butt. Me, being the lady that I am, did not appriciate this gesture in the least and gave him a thourough throttling. Somehow this has not detured him and he only seems to like me more.
I also have a human brother, Rowan. He's the middle child and is not near as bad as Frodo, but he still gets on my nerves from time to time. He has somehow gotten it into his head that things are party-all-the-time with me. Now don't get me wrong, I love a good party and i'm the first to chase random objects in the yard, but come on. A lady needs her beauty rest and lets face it, I have a lot of beauty to rest.
Mommy and Daddy baby me a lot (you know, since I'm the baby) and things all in all are pretty good here. It sure beats where I was before. I spent some time on the streets and then the cops picked me up and I thought for sure I was a gonner. The day after I got arrested Mommy came by on a whim to the prison and saw me. She fell in love instantly (who could blame her) and she came to visit me every day until the cops said I could be bailed out. She even showed up with Daddy an hour before the jail opened to visiters so that they would be the very first to try and bail me out.
Lately there's been a lot of talk about "fixing" me. I'm not really sure what they're talking about. I mean I've felt a bit under the weather the last couple days due to adjustments and the new fancy food they're feeding me, but I think I'm far from broken. Anyway, I guess I'll figure out what's up later. So far we've been going to all sorts of cool stores buying neat toys and clothes for me, so maybe it has something to do with that. Possibly a gym membership?