Home Improvement

Lately my people have been doing some projects. Last weekend they painted the living room. First I rustled around in the plastic drop cloth. I was on the scene watching the paint get mixed, and then I walked around inspecting their work. Finally I got too tired to help anymore and took a nap on the couch. The plastic sheet on it made it all crinkly to rest on. Then, I went on the ladder.

Constipated

Usually when I take my pumpkin and medicine I poop on the floor two times a day. Lately I have not pooped very much at all. My person called the vet today.

UPDATE: after not finding my poop for a week, my person said we had to go to the vet. The vet said on the phone that I might have to have an enema, and maybe an operation. We got to the office and I hissed at the vet. Then he examined me all over and said "He's not constipated!" And then he and my people talked about how I might have found a secret area to poop in. My person said she looked everywhere and couldn't think of where it was. So then we went home. When we got home, my other person looked into the crawl space. HA! I had jumped up about five feet and through a little window and into the sandy crawl space. My person had to put on his special suit and clean out out all my poop.

Then he closed up the little window and now I just poop on the floor like before.

A Gruesome Scene

Yesterday my person found a smear of blood on the counter, next to an overturned toaster. She asked my other person about it but he didn't know anything. Then she looked me over, especially at my feet, but still couldn't figure it out. This morning after I pestered her and she got out of bed, she saw that there was blood on the floor by her side of the bed and on the curtain. She got a flashlight and looked under the bed. Then she said "That is so disgusting!!" I put two mice that I killed under there. Heh. My person thinks that I caught a mouse in the kitchen and then wrestled it into the bedroom. She is not sure where the second one came from. I'm not saying.

Let me tell you about the new rug

One morning my person was looking at the floor and noticed some scratches. The scratches were from my nails, when I dig them into the floor to get traction to run faster. Some of the scratches are several inches long and show how I skid around and how wide apart my toes are. My people got worried and made an "emergency carpet purchase." This worked out great, because I LOVE the carpet. I lounge on it all the time. I sit in the middle and my people play tennis ball and ping-pong ball with me. The carpet is near my scratching post, so I can go back and forth between scratching my post and rolling on the carpet. My fur is all over the carpet, and so is what my person calls "Milo debris."

Sunning Myself

In my new house, I have what my people call a 'sun room.' It IS nice and bright and gets very hot in the afternoon, when I like to bask on the new furniture. My person says that the divots in the upholstery allow my girth to sink in, making me look fit while I lounge. While I think I look great with the striped cushion, I mostly just care about basking. Sometimes I chew on the fern in the sun room and then puke it up.

UPDATE: I am banned from the sun room now because I keep eating the ferns and puking them up. I'm really mad.

Where's the corn?

My people go to the farm most weekends and bring back a basket of vegetables. They usually have corn. I love corn. Even when they hide it from me, I find it. Even if it's at the very bottom of the basket or in the refrigerator door. When they unpack the corn, I try and chew on the husk. Every time they open the fridge I try and chew on it. When they get it ready to cook, I stay right nearby and try to eat some or chew on some. When they cook it, I try and eat the kernels. My person usually gives me my own portion of cooked corn. Here I am with the vegetable basket, getting ready to help unpack it. The corn is at the bottom. I also chew on lettuce.

Another Milo?

Hmph. Cuteoverload says that there are a lot of pets named Milo. I'm much cuter than that kitten named Milo.
http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/08/milo-on-pillow.html

Beefy

My person took me to the vet today. I had to get two shots which I did NOT like. Mostly I like the vet though, and I liked him a lot today, because he said I am "beefy." I weigh 14.1 pounds and am in excellent condition. I got my fur and skin checked, and I have some "oily growths" which the vet said my person could squeeze. She said, "Uh, that's OK." Then the vet and my person had a l-o-n-g talk about my litter box issues. They did not reach any conclusions. I've been recovering all day.

Am I Exasperating?

My person keeps sighing and saying things like "Milo, you are so exasperating!" and "Milo, you are a very challenging little boy!" These comments may have something to do with this morning.

First I went to the basement to poop. I was pooping on the floor when my person came down and said "Milo, what are you doing?" and picked me up and put me in the biggest of my three litter boxes, which was also about four inches away, where I finished pooping.

Then that black cat came back in my driveway. I decided to get a better look so I went upstairs and climbed out a window and walked across the roof and stood on the gutter and looked down and yelled at it. My people kept saying "Where's Milo? I can hear him caterwalling but I can't see him." Finally they found me and one of my people caught me. I wasn't ready to come inside though so I ran out the window again right away. It was pretty fun. Now I am banished from upstairs.

My person also said "Why can't you act like a normal 10-year old cat?" Well, I'm M.I.L.O and it's just how I roll.

Watching!

I have spent the last few weeks getting all settled in with my people in our new house. I like it here. There are a lot of windows for me to look out. I can see squirrels and rabbits and birds. Today my person said there was a ground hog in the backyard that was almost as big as me! But I was sleeping and missed it. Best of all, some of the windows have a special ledge that fits me just fine--I can lounge around with the plants and keep an eye on the neighborhood, all at once. Sometimes I yell at our neighbor when he takes out his garbage. And sometimes a black cat comes in the driveway and I yell at him too. Here are I am in the window.

In other news, some friends have been coming to see me. They pet me and talk to me and the then they give me a massage. They call it an Intestinal Massage, and say its for my digestion. I still poop on the floor, but I sure like the massage.

To my new house....

The nice lady said that we are all going back to New Jersey. But I am going to a new house! My people will be there waiting with all of my things, but we will live in a whole new town! And I have been told there is a lot of wildlife, including groundhogs, right outside the window!

A Taste of Freedom!

I'm in Greensburg, mostly having a good time, but I get really mad when the people and dogs get to go outside. One day, the garage door was open a little bit. I helped myself out the door, then into the yard, and then across the way to the neighbor's. Stupid Abby barked and the lady and neighbor corralled me, right when I was going onto his porch. The lady took me inside and forgot that I knew the route to FREEDOM. So I ran right outside again through the garage and was lounging by the bushes when she found me. She said I could get lost and bought me a collar that says my name and phone number. Here I am wearing it, all tired after my adventures. I like the garage and the yard.

So plush on the upholstery

I am having a great time in Greensburg. I've been sleeping in the bed, sleeping in the window, and sleeping in the nice man's chair. I like that chair. Here I am, taking a bath on it. Look how plush we both are and look at how I can wedge myself into a good spot.

Spring Cleaning

I am having my annual Spring vacation in Greensburg. I rode here with the nice man and lady in my carrier. I don't mind the trip at all, until we get to Youngwood. I threw up there, just like all the other times. I am having a good time here. I have been sleeping, eating, kneading the nice man and lady, watching out the window and co-existing the Abby and G. One day I helped the lady by sitting in the dresser while she was cleaning the drawers. I liked all the dust and activity and I got my fur on all the clothes. Helpful!

Sunday Afternoon

I've been spending most of my time relaxing lately. Yesterday was no exception. I found a great spot for myself on the couch, propped up on my person's foot. I could nap, see everything, and stay warm all at once.

Me in the Hall

I live in an apartment with my people that is in a big building, like a hotel, according to my person. I've never been to a hotel, but I like to go in the hallway of the building a lot. I like to roll on the rug, stretch myself out, sniff the other doors, and occasionally walk to the Trash Room. Sometimes I get noticed by the neighbors who comment on my size and handsomeness. Usually I go out and my people stand around with me or we go for a little stroll. They make me come in too soon though.

A Holiday Story

I like the curly ribbon my people use at Christmas. Sometimes I can get a good chew of it when they're done wrapping their presents, before they put them out of my reach. This year, my person left a whole roll of curly ribbon on the counter. I chewed on it for a few days before she noticed. Usually I puke bits of it right up, but not this year.

One day I felt funny when I went to my litter box. I made a ruckus until my person came. She looked at my butt and saw something white sticking out. She pulled it, and about six inches of curly ribbon came out of me! She yelled "EWWW MILO THAT IS SO GROSS!" and then ran in the bathroom with it. She said I was lucky I didn't have to go the vet. I felt a lot better.

Updates

My person told me it is 2008, which means I have lived with her for nine years, and that makes me almost ten years old! We visited the Greensburg people for Christmas and I enjoyed myself. I lounged, sneaked into the spare bedroom to chew on delectable dried plants, puked them up, touched Abby and Geronimo with my paw, and got petted by the nice man and lady.

Lately I have been going in the hall a lot. As soon as I know my people are coming, I hide behind the door and when it swings open I dart out into the hall and roll around on the carpet. I like to get all staticky. Sometimes I walk down the hall and sniff the other doors. I used to be afraid when people came, but now I just let them walk over me. Then I come in and have my supper.

Since it's been cold I've been going on the cushions and by the heater.