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
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
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.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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.
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.
Monday, June 16, 2008
To my new house....
Saturday, June 07, 2008
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.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
So plush on the upholstery
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