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