Not Very Nice!

yesterday morning, after Mommy got up, she was in the bathroom doing her usual stuff. i came in to say hi, my usual stuff. i wanted to get up on the counter, since she had opened up the window, and i thought it would be so nice sitting in the sun. so i tried to peek up there to see if anything was there, and i couldn't see anything. i backed up, took a big jump, and saw this thing laying on the counter near the sink that just scared the crap out of me!! i hit the counter and then jumped even higher and away from the counter that i almost landed in the tub! Mommy had the nerve to laugh her ass off at me! i had to sit there on the floor and just think about what the hell just happened for a moment. she showed me the thing on the counter, which was the ace bandage she had put on her foot. and she was STILL laughing. damn her! (yes, you can blame my Mommy for my not-so-nice language!)

My Mommy

i thought i'd write a little about my Mommy while she was off at some party for tiny kids. or tiny terrors, in my opinion. ever since i've been living here, Mommy has never worked. she used to work, she taught the tiny terrors at a place called Headstart. i guess she really loved it. but it made her too sick one year, and so her doctor made her quit. in fact, i heard her say yesterday that it was her 8th year anniversary of having to quit. she was pretty sad about it for a long time. but i also heard her yesterday say that she thinks quitting saved her life. i'm glad she had to quit. or else, she might not have been my Mommy. and i think she's alright.

Mommy has something called pulmonary hypertension. she discusses it on her blog. it's a lung disease, where the pulmonary artery is very constricted and she has a hard time breathing. she's sob alot, short of breath. she has this nice shade of purple when she really overdoes it. sometimes i've seen her sit on her bed for a bit to catch her breath, and i have to hang around her to make sure she's ok. but i guess she's been doing alot better since she's been on medicines. oh, and she's also on oxygen.

ever since i've been at the house, Mommy has this long tubing coming out from her nose and running throughout the house. let me tell you, that stuff is tasty!! i really loved snacking on it when i was little. boy, that used to piss Mommy off! she'd realize i was eating the tubing (not sure how though), and she'd come over to where i was all in a huff, and she'd smack the floor near me and yell "NO." i tell ya, it was rather scary! she did it so often, that i eventually just realized maybe this tubing as a snack was just not worth it. i really haven't snacked on it in a long time. but there are times when my tummy really wants it, and i just can't resist. of course, Mommy smacks the floor and yells. i can't win!

well i will go nap before Mommy gets home. i hope she's having fun. i'm just going to enjoy her computer chair while she's gone!

My Window!!

while Mommy is napping, i thought i'd post a little something. it must be that the weather is getting nicer. Mommy opened up the bathroom window today. oh how i miss that window during the winter!! i miss all the windows, but this one is my favorite. i can't wait to sit in it at night and watch people going by. most of them don't even know i'm there, which is suprising considering how pleasantly plump i am. oh well, i can't wait til this window can stay open all the time!

I've Been Caught!

well, my Mommy found out i've been blogging. some lady named Jen posted a comment on my blog today. thanks, Jen. now Mommy knows what i've been doing!! she especially knows i've been on her computer chair, which i'm not allowed to be on. whatever. anyway, Mommy has allowed me keep my blog, as long as i'm nice in it. i guess i'll have to be!

Nicknames

over the years, Mommy has come up with quite a few nicknames for me. she uses them depending on her mood. some of them are very endearing. some of them are used when she thinks i've done something wrong. my nicknames include:

*my little man
*my love
*baby
*fat cat (geesh, don't point out the obvious)
*fat ass (geesh, could she be any ruder??)
*little shit (sometimes i deserve that)
*furry blob (usually when i'm upside down on the floor, stretching)

sometimes she just pulls things out of the air to say to me. quite often she'll say hi to me even if i just saw her a few seconds ago in another room. she's quite dependent on me, i think. i guess i'm glad i'm around to keep her company!
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What The Hell Is That??

one day my Mommy came home with something for me. cool, i thought! was it a new toy? a treat? catnip?? it was none of those things. she got me a blue collar. why the heck would i need a collar?? she forbids me from going outside (although it was the middle of winter, so i was happy i didn't have to go out there!). i was a little wary of it. she tried to put it on me. OH MY GOSH! it was absolute torture! i tried to get it off me, and somehow my paw got stuck so that it was almost choking me. Mommy felt horrible! here i am struggling to get this thing off, and then she was struggling to get it off me, too, because it was causing me harm! my claws were catching her hands everywhere, and she was pretty red. finally, she worked it off of me. whew!! i was so glad to be free of that thing! however, 5 minutes later, she puts it back on me again!! this time it was a little tighter, and i couldn't get my paw stuck or anything. i'm sure she was relieved that i wouldn't be all choking again, but i was pissed!! i spent a good half hour rolling around on the rug trying my best to get that thing off me. finally i just gave up. i think i've had the collar off of me twice since then. she keeps it on me in case i somehow "get lost." where does she think i'm going to get lost???? she's whacked, i tell you. some days i wonder how i manage to stay here!!

I Remember This One Time

so living with Mommy was going alright. she loved to pick me up and hold me. sometimes i liked it, other times i'd struggle until she had to just put me back down. hehe. she was beginning to grow on me though.

there was this one time in the kitchen, she was standing near the stove. i wanted to see her up close and personal. so i decided to climb her entire body to get up near her face! although she was kinda laughing, she was wincing at the same time. my claws were digging into her the entire way up. yeah, she was wearing jeans a sweatshirt, but for a kitty, my claws were pretty good! i enjoyed that climb. she pulled me off her sweatshirt when i got up to the top, and gave me a kiss and a hug. then she put me back down. needless to say, i was never allowed to do that again. ugh, party pooper!