I'm off for the weekend.

So to all puddins and kitties and monsters,

Meowy Christmas and Nappy New Year

Something I just figured out....

Christmas = catnip.

pictures coming soon.

So they snuck me in the theatre to watch The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe. I'd just like to say it's freakin awsome. For those of you still into Bast, I highly recommend watching this movie. Aslan just ownz. It's like watching The Passion for cats....

All in all a bone-crunching good time.

No longer grounded!

Well my punishment ended abruptly this weekend when the man dropped a couch on me.

Yes, you read that right. He dropped a couch on me!

The Woman lost one of her rings (something about a wedding set-whatever that means), and they were looking for it. so they tipped up the couch. I being the helpful kitty I am decided to give them a hand. Apparently they didn't notice me under the couch when the man put it back.

nothing broken, but my ears were ringing for days.

and I'm off punishement. In fact, perhaps it's the MAN'S turn to be grounded.

Okay, the quick explination of why I'm grounded. (It needs to be quick while the People are out, otherwise they willcatch me on the computer and tehn it will be TWO weeks.)

I'm still recovering and that makes me sensitive...down there. My people are good employees, but the do go cheap on my litter. the litter box can sometimes be...uncomfortable.

So I've been using the bathroom sink. Apparently they object to that.

I thought it was a good idea....



(and sorry, no more blogging until after Christmas)

Still on punishment

As a result here's more filler. I saw this on Diva Kitty's blog and thought I'd try it too.

Christmas Elf Name My Christmas Elf Name is Get your Christmas Elf Name at JokesUnlimited.com

They're letting me blog today as an exception. Just so I can send a message out to the Little Monster...

If it gets too tough Eponine, don't worry, Aslan's waiting. If you cross the rainbow bridge, Saint Lucy will be hanging out on the other end to show you around.
















(a familiar face at the end of the road)

I'm stuck on punishment

I lost my blogging priviliges over the weekend. I'll tell you about it later.

SNOW!

Stop looking at that soap.

Stop it.

Right now.

Toothy death is right around the corner lady.
















I'm not amused. I am SO not amused.
















Has it occured to you to at least use the hot water?

















You know why you can't see my teeth? BECAUSE THEY'RE EMBEDDED IN TEH WOMAN'S THUMB!!!!
















revenge.....revenge.......must get.....revenge.....

So the people have been locking me up in the bathroom when they are gone "Just in case". You know, if you didn't leave any laundry out, I wouldn't pee on it. Besides, I thought you didn't want me to do that on the carpet! I swear. These people, no gratitude.

So the man keeps telling me the I have to use the litterbox. that's what it's for, so on and so forth.

Fine. I showed him. I waited until he got in the shower and then let loose in the litterbox. And that smelled BAD. Overpowering the smell of soap in the shower.

No no, don't get mad. I was just using the litterbox like you said.

Did you know we had two bays around here? I didn't even know that we had one. Still there must be two, and I think we're closer to the second one because the people keep referring to Bay "B".

Well the people talked to that quack pervo "Doctor" and he says it's normal for me to be heading for the litterbox all the time and that they shouldn't leave clothes or bathmats down on the floor because I might mistake them for a litterbox.

Obviously the people are misinterpreting the message. I know the diffrence between the Man's Superman pajamas and my litterbox. Really, it's not that hard to tell the diffrence. What I'm doing is payback for the pillowcase.

If the people were smart they would get thier money back from that pervo quack "doctor". He obviously knows nothing.

Looking at the door

I keep looking out the door wondering if I should make a break for it. With the bladder control problem, I kinda think it might be good for me to live outside for a while, but then again the people always come to get me.

I don't know.

I'm getting my energy back just in time! The people are decorating our indoor tree!
















And with the decorations, comes the Lego train! They build a whole city around it and I get to be the big moster that comes through and terrorizes the little Lego people! It's great fun. Trust me.

















Hey! Who put that Lego Superman in there? You think that'll stop me? RRRRRARRR!

Oops. Puddle under the tree. Mabey they won't notice.

The blood seems to be gone now. But I'm still having problems going to the bathroom, not too much control.



In other news, yesterday, the woman's tummy punched me! right in the face! That's not normal. It seems there's a lot of stuff going on around her and I'm still freaked about it.



What are you looking at me like that for? Your belly hit me first!

There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
'There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home
There's no place like home There's no place like home

I got the pillowcase again.

Perhaps it not so bad because this time when they pulled me out of the pillowcase I was home. The problem is I thought I wasn't going home untill I was better. I'm not better. I still don't have control of my bladder and there's still blood in the discharge. I'm not sure what's happening anymore.

And I'm a little scared.

Trapped at the Vet's

I'm not alone in here. There are other kitties here too. In fact there's this cute girl kitty in the cubicle next to me. She was digging me too...untill she found out I was nutered.

CURSE YOU APL!!!

ARRG. You know, it's not bad enough that I'm feeling like crap. It's bad enough I haven't been aboe to use the litterbox for days. But nooooo my people have to make it worse. They have to wake me up, then the people tossed me in a pillowcase and drug me into the car. Then we hurtled off at unimaginable speeds to the stabby place.

Once there, I had to sit with them in the waiting room forever.


There was this annoying little dog in there too. He just wouldn't shut up, and he spoke in nothing but canine spanish. Boy he's lucky I'm sick or I would have smacked the taste out of his mouth.

Of course after that they took me in to see the "Doctor". DOCTOR MY FUZZY TUCHIS! That guy's a quack! He stuck a rubber tube up my...oh I can't even bear to describe it. Perv.

Now they're keeping me against my will and I can't even go to the bathroom on my own! The pervo "doctor" has to squeeze my bladder for me to tinkle. I'm not liking this. You people can be expecting many MANY bitings and scratchings when I get home!!!

If I get home....