Bad Habit Mommy

I can't keep that woman home.  She's not paying proper attention to me.  I am or should be her only concern and she should devote all her time to me.

I'll have a bit more time now,  as her bad habit kicked in.  She thinks she is 19 years old.  HA!  I repeat--- HA! 

She isn't teetering on the brink of extinction, no, but spring poultry she ain't.  Neither am I.  Both of us should be proper and circumspect ladies.  But one of us, coff coff--- her---coff thinks she is a spring chick-hen!

She hurtles all over town trying to rack up miles on her Fitbit after she flings machine weight around.  Good grief Mom.  Give it a rest, OK?  Huh? And no, I don't want to hear about the second sciatica attack.  You did it to yourself.  So when it's over, lay down with me and nap instead.

That's all I have to say about THAT!

LOOK at Me and Nellie Bellie!

Kitties, Woofies, Nellie invited me to Lulu's Tea and Nip House.  See?

"Oh, and then Spitty said".....

My monocle is Re-Growing.

Kitties, my monocle fell off.  The upper half that is.  My one lone white eyebrow fell out as it does about every 7-8 months.  It is about 1/4th of an inch long now.

No mancats seem interested in me, so I am showing them my absolutely floofalicious tailio!  Now is this not luxuriant?  And here is a close up of my mustache and 1/4 inch long monocle-to-be.

I am turning into a little spinster cat.

Look at my tail. Biggafy for best effect

Mustache Are Us. My eyebrow is the shortest white hair in there. 

OH!! MY!! COD!!

KITTIES!  Where is the huge ugly voluminous cover that is always there on the sofa against my furs collection!  I work HARD HARD HARD every DAY to make the sofa bewteefuls with prime Katie Tuxedo furs.  Made in Goodness land.  By myself!  WHERE is it?  I asked her as I sat there looking in horror!  She said Simba's mommy and Daddy are coming and she didn't want them to sit on my furs!

My Katie feelings are hurted!

She said it would go back on laters, but in honor of Simba's pawrents it was coming OFF!  As if!!!

At least all my toys are still there!

Mom Messed Up On Mini-Me!

Now, Mom sure is messing up if she thinks THIS looks like ME!  HA!  Again, HA!!!

She bought this a few weeks ago like she doesn't have a real LIVE kittie right here!  Nooooo, she had to buy THIS one.  Get a load of her!

Dr. Seuss Day

KITTIES!

Fanks you dear Ann for this perfect graphic.

Oh Noes!

Kitties, Woofies, the dental is really going to happen. My Tech friend from the v-e-t office came by last night to trim my claws.  I heard mom and she talking about the DENTAL to come on March 17th.  Tiffany said I had to starve to the worst degree possible as I can't eat after midnight.  That means mommy will take up my food and water at 1030 because I am not allowed to drink either, so I will be starved AND dehydrated to black and white dust.  And no breakfast kitties!  I'll whither on the vine (if I had one).

I'll be stuffed into my PTU and dumped off like a pot roast by 8 am or so and I won't see mommy all DAY!  Her's calling the carpet cleaners as if I am gone cause I can't escape through the door if I'm not here.

One thing though I will ask of you brave kitties and woofies who have gone through this.  If I have not eaten nor drunk anything, I hope when I come home I won't have diarrhea.  Tiffany told mommy probably not, but you never know so I was wondering if I am gong to have an unhappy heiney once I get home.  Can you help with information?  And purr for me that day too?

Mom and I are skeert!

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