Oh Noes...Clars were cutted!

 Kitties!  Mommy did something she said she wouldn't ever do.   She invaded my safe place.  I saw her flip the PTU upward to drip me down  in to leave for the ebil v-e-t and I left slowly for my safe place.  My claws hurt everyone so badly that she had to take me.  So she went and got me.  That will take always for me to ever to even think about that as a safe place again.She is so sorry.  

I have my next appointment for bloods to be stolen and an exam 15 April.   Mom and I are worried.  

Here I am.  Outside of calling the two techs terrible names, and cussing like Bluto the Sailor man...I was good.  I growled once.  Then, Mom said "I'm here sweetheart.  Mom is here" and I immediately stopped the fussing.  Just cussing only.  My eyes weren't quite as dialated either.  

Mom is sad she went UTB and got me.  Truly she is.  That was betraying me and she knows it. 

Just mommy and me right then. See my pupils? 

I am squinched up all the way to the back to get away.  I am so scared. 

PTU

Kitties!! I watched mom pick up the PTU a few minutes ago, and she took it to the kitchen to sluice out the furs that have stuck in there the past 5 visits to the v-e-t.  She got that done, and brought it back here to my room.  I never said a word.  

BUT:  I have a bad feeling I am going to get my claws cut ( she is...this Thursday at 0815).   And I also know that it's about time for my exam and blood tests.  If I could read the calender, I would look!( April 15).  I have a bad bad feeling.  I heard mom say to her boys that I was borderline thyroid and kidney disease the past two exams.  Sooner or later she fears, I will be under the gun.  She has already decided to take me to get I-131 when the thyroid goes badly--though my being parted from her that week will be horrible.  She doesn't like to think of me as being afraid.  We haven't been parted except her heart surgery ever,  but I had brovver here.  This way I will be in House of Horrors.  So, mom and I are concerned about my blood test. 

Here I am...patrolling.  And Lizard TV is on. 

Other Favorite Brother

 I have three favorite brothers.  One of them is here from Charlotte just now.  The other one that you know about will be here later today.  The third one is with his family in The Big City.  We will go see them tomorrow.  I was going to meow that I have at least two favorite brovvers here to pet me and give me scritchies!  A girl can't do better than that.   Here's my NC one...I loves him too.

Hims and mom went off walking and walking right after this.  Beatiful day so they took off and left me sleeping. 

I Caught the Culprit.

 Cold blooded (literally) and swift to attack.  I found who bit off Donkey's hoof!  See those vishus teefs?  All of Katie's little family will have to be seperated from this fiend.  Well,  maybe not fiend to be fair.  When a fella has to eat, he has to eat.  But DONKEY?  Sharkie could have gone to the fridge, but Nooooooo! Poor old  doddering Donkey was in his way.  Katie will seriously have to look for a prothesis for Donkey unless she learns that they can get along well with three hooves. 

We have apologized  sincerely to Lion and Leopard.  They in turn thank you for..well, some of you, for believing in them. 

Whew!  Mom needs to watch her feets at night when she puts them outside of the bedding. Oh and Donkey is braying weakly but...more frequently... so he is much better.  

The Net is Closing...Tighter and Tighter

 Kitties!  Thanks to two sharp minded furriends who cast the light of suspicion onto two likely suspects, the net is starting to be drawn closed. 

The Tabbies,  and Eric and Flynn's mom both said that while they weren't hurling strong accusations at LION and LEOPARD...both, (it was postulated),  had been layin' low- and out of the main stream of things.  Presumably making plans to attack Donkey and bite off his hoof. 

Mom  and I heard the loud sound of a scary minor key chord played on an organ when they-- Tabbies and Eric and Flynn's mom, said that!  Chills ran over her and my furs.  *well, at least raised the hair on her head*.   She thinks the suspects may have been toying with mom and me when those accusations were made and cued the  loud organ music.  Scared us, I'll tell you.

Here they are-to refresh your memory.  If you see them at your place (popping thru the tunnel) then you'd better call the Purrleece.  Or at least send them back thru the tunnel to our place.  Mom will deal with them.   Here is their wanted poster!  Profile and front view...one Leopard.

And a full face frontal of the scary LION. 

Purrleece! Purrleece!

 Kitties!  A terrible thing happened to Donkey last night.  SOMEONE bit off his hoof in a fight!!!  He's not able to get around at all!  I wonder if Dr. Mom can find the hoof and put it back on poor Donkey.

This was the scene!  It seems to appear the Donkey and Floppy Mousie were fighting over who was going to sleep in the new thick, crunching, crinkly sounding bag!   And Donkey being quite the senior, must have been overcome by Mousie.  

Maybe a police kitty will come and sort it all out, and help find the missing hoof!  Donkey is in the Katie Isabella Home Hospittle here right now.  If need be, he may be transported to the hospital with humans.  We are trying to keep his stuffing from leaving his poor little body.  

Scene of the Crime:

Not for the squeamish:  Hoof is bitten off! 

The hotly contended baggie

I think Mousie's smirk tells all! 

 Kitties!  I have two new toys that I LURVE! I have a thick cardboard egg carton!  And  have a strong new paper bag!  Very sturdy.  I'll show you that soon. Best toys ever!

Mom filled each place where the eggs were with one morsel.  The egg cups are deep so I have had to work hard the get the morsels out of the cups.  I put my foot in and curl my toes around the morsel and lift it to my mouth!  I am SO clever!  

I will see if mom can get a video in here from last night.  I am so proud of myself for getting any out because those cups are DEEP. 

Turn the sound up if you want to hear my digging and stuffs to get it out! 

Miss Muffet

 Sat on a tuffet...after having eaten her curds and whey.

Bizzy Like a Bee

 Mommy is so bizzy I get dizzy  (I'm a poet) Her spinning around like she's on a merry-go-round.  It's usually that way,  but it has very recently become more so.  A cat and a mom have to do what they have to do.

It's supposed to snow and possible ice as well.  Sigh.  Mom was after an air freshener this morning and the place was jammed.  You know how people get when the "S" word gets slung aroun' by the weather guessers.   It did make mom think we need bread after they get home.  All that's here is horrible white bread.  I  as a cat don't eat it..and mom eats only whole wheat.  Some folks (brovver) can't eat whole wheat bread for a whole buncha reasons...so we're out of her bread and only have the yuk stuff.  

BUT we're off the the Big City for him for his appointment.  They'll be back long about supper time.  He has two in a row.  

Mom and I wonder if anyone made some salmon patties?  She had several ask her how she makes them but since most peoples like all kindsa stuffs in all their foods, no one would like this, but my family does.  For requesters, they'll l no doubt read it and say "meh". 

Well, they leave in 20 minutes so mom had better get a move on.  She swabbed out the tub a while ago and needs to get re-dressed.  *embarrassed ears*  They don't want mom's coming into professional buildings wearing just pantaloons and a collar. 

Smoochies to you. 

Me and Mario at a Twitter Pawty probably 8 years ago.  I don't get around much any more.

Is it Summer?

Kitties!  It's warm out there!  75 right now and sunny.  Likely to rise a bit more.  The wind is blowing hard. and bringing the rain we will have every day of the week.   Mom is hair proud, and complained when she got home that her hair looked like a costume head-piece with the wind blowing it hard about as she walked from the parking lot to the grocery store.   It was standing outward and upward into long rays, or blown all the way over to the side...that is until the wind shifted again.   Vanity, thy name is Mom. 

Mom murmured that she will have to stir the Tuxedo up to awakeness.  I've been in my bed for hours, for pity sake.  

She saw me washing my arms and wrists there in my bed half an hour ago.  The exertion did me in.  BUT later, mom will start the mixing up of the salmon patties.  She will save by some juice for me with a little salmon in it.  She said she just puts bread crumbs in it, salt and she likes black pepper...an egg and her Dad used to stir up a combination of water and flour...half and half of each,  stir rapidly with his cooking fork...and pour that in...not breadcrumbs. Mom will do either...flour and water, half and half--- or bread crumbs. That was the way my grampa made it so mom said she likes it that way.  Me too.  Mom or grampa is/was not a person who added a lotta stuffs.  Mom fries the patties in the pan that has heated up sufficiently.  Golden brown, and crispy on the edges.  She said she'll make mashed potatoes too.  She already has the masher out.   Her potatoes have plenty of butter.  Maybe she will give me a bit to lick.  She said something about shelly beans to go with it all.

Guests are welcome if you don't mind plain cooking; and I get petted and played with.    Here's my contribution.

Where'd He Go?

 Brovver is gone to his place.  I will miss him!  I don't like when he is gone.  I bonded with him just as I did with mommy- as he was there on a visit when I  first came home with mommy. 

So, I will spend the time that I am NOT napping on the back of the sofa  today on his bed in the spare room.  It's fresh and crisply made up.  She left the spread off,  because he'll be back late Sunday.  Guess what?  We are going to have salmon patties when he gets back.  The house will smell of those for a day and a half, but it's worth it.  Yum.  Mom just told me her mouth is watering just thinking of them.  Some people buy a seasoning mix to dump in the salmon.  Mom tried that once at someone's house, and while she was polite and ate the smallest pattie, she did not like it.  Too ultra ULTRA salty; and who could even taste the salmon it was so overwhelmed by that seasoning mix.   Mom makes it like her Dad did.   I'll get a little of the juice and some of the meat. 

Mom just did her prancing around with her fave Hawaiian  on TV.  She broke a slight mist on her face.  I may have to lick her arms and face to wash her.   For me...just a second and I'll show you...stand by.  Here.

RudelyAwakened