Dear Abby ( Read more... )

Dear Abby:

You do not have thumbs.

Therefore, unless you figure out a way to slide your head out of the costume, you're going to need my assistance in removing it. I can only do that if you actually let me near you.

Consider that.

Well, that was bunches of fun. Lost power for nine hours and just got it back at 5:20 a.m. Scared the cat when it went back on, because I had forgotten that the TV was on and it suddenly turned on when the power came back ( Read more... )

Dear Furball ( Read more... )

My cat shat on the carpet. And then scooted her butt across the rug.

I am not amused.

Dear Abby,

My hair is not food. When you pull and bite on my hair, that will usually result in the furball -- that's you -- getting bumped off the back of the couch by the sudden motion of my head.

Please make a note of this.

The Human Can Opener

So, after the lovely "We're going to run lots of bloodwork and tests to see what's going on" experience of the afternoon, I was very eager to get to my car -- after stayiing somewhat late to make up for taking time during the day for said appointment -- and go home ( Read more... )

Let's have this conversation again, since the furbrain tends to forget ( Read more... )

Dear Abby:

The nice, warm cocoa that Mommy has on the floor next to the big chair is not yours. It is not yours for two reasons:

1) It's much too hot for little kitties to drink.

2) You do not get to drink the cocoa that gets imported from England. It's mine!

Love,

Mom

Well, the Abby holiday plans were solved. PetsHotel -- about whom I've heard good things -- charges $14 a day. She now has a reservation for Thanksgiving and Christmas ( Read more... )