Recovering

I've had some hard times lately with my tummy. The night before last I was sick in the middle of the night and, even though I feel better, I'm still tired. So today I am recuperating in the sun. Later my person will give me my special chicken-flavored gel to help my belly.

I'm so connected

I like the computer. I like my blog and telling everycat what my latest activities are. I like walking on the printer and making the lights and sounds come on. I like standing on the keyboard while my people type. Sometimes I just like to bask.

Roughousing and resting

I'm back in New Jersey and in full effect. I've been pretty invigorated lately, playing String and with my red ball. First my people roll it down the hall or around the living room. And then I gallop after it, corral it, fling myself down on it, and rake it! Here I am after an especially challenging game. I decided to take a nap with my ball.

Whirlwind week

Last week my people went away and left me at home. Two nice ladies came and gave me my cat food and petted me. And they let me walk in the hallway and down to the trash room, which I liked. But I was lonely. When my people are home, I get included in everything: I sleep with them on the bed, eat my supper with them, and play ball and String with them. So I didn't like being by myself for so long. But then they came home and before I knew it, I was in my carrier and in the car with my Greensburg people. Even though I get car sick, I like going to Greensburg. The first night I made my rounds to all the plants and dried flowers. I ate some, and puked some up. The nice lady gives me chicken treats and cooked prey with my cat food. There is a sunny window with plants where I like to sleep and stretch. Here I am in the window:

Litterbox fiasco

So, I like to keep my people guessing. Lately, I've been not so inclined to poop in my litter box. Instead, I go on the rug right outside it. It's not that the box is dirty or anything. And I still pee in the box. My people got me new litter and a new cat food for "sensitive systems." And my person keeps looking at my butt and watching me every time I go down the hall. She said I might have to go to the v-e-t. That sounds bad. Maybe I'll feel like pooping in my box tomorrow.

Not catnip, but not bad

My people came home with this mint. I liked it. I rubbed my face all over the leaves. To let my people know I was *starving* I ate the leaves. Then I puked them up. That got their attention!

Something I Hate

When my person sits on the floor, I get really mad. She sometimes sits on the carpet to read a magazine, or maybe stretch. I remind her how I don't like it by sitting really close to her and staring. I fold my ears back and adjust my whiskers to show her she needs to move. Usually she doesn't pick up on my signals, so I bite her. Not too hard, but hard enough. Today, I was really mad. So I bit her really hard. She yelled and I looked at her and thought "What are you going to do about it, Lady?" Nothing, as it turns out. She went and sat in the chair, and that was that.