I'm tired. All the time. Sleeping is good, and my human has been very obliging about letting me sleep on her, so that's been nice. She isn't even yelling at me when I pee on her, which I really can't help, but I hate doing anyway ( Read more... )

I'm going to start this off by saying that this is going to be the last post from our favorite little evil strawberry muffin. I might keep this journal, but I might not -- it's going to be awfully hard to look at it without crying for a while. No, Sugs isn't gone yet. We went to the vet this morning to see if anything could be done, but there ( Read more... )

MY definition of hell: holding my failing pud while she twists about after yakking in her Cone of Shame and getting it in all the delicate structures of her face, TRYING and failing to use her paws to rub the crap out of her eyes 'cause, well, Cone of Shame ( Read more... )

My definition of hell: throwing up while tossing one's head while wearing a Cone of Shame, thereby getting yak in one's eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and especially the oozing, bloody tumor in one's ear.

We are not amused.

Now that I have been released from my chambers so that I may roam my domain at will, I am not quite so lonely as when I was trapped behind closed doors for days on end. Of course, that doesn't mean that sometimes I do not get lonely. For example, right now, when I have climbed onto my human's bed while she is playing with the glowy tappy thing ( Read more... )

So I was in the library, doing a spot of writing, when I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked, and there it was, a bug of some sort (closely related to a cockroach by its shape and coloring), crawling remarkably slowly across the rug. Even though it was going about tortoise speed, I didn't get to it in time, so I didn' ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning to a horrible yowling from She Who Must Be Obeyed. I rocketed out from under the covers like something had exploded, grabbed my glasses, and headed for my beloved pink pet, afraid that the horrible sounds she was making indicated that she'd been poisoned or hurt or that something else extremely horrible had happened. Either ( Read more... )

I'm purring REALLY loudly. I'm sure that, if I purr loudly enough, my human won't leave me again.

She's back! She's back! My human is back ( Read more... )

Recently I've been enjoying the occasional lapsit on my human's mother. Granted, she has an annoying habit of touching me, but as long as she doesn't do that, she has nice, warm legs that make a most comfortable perch.

Besides, I get in her way. Annoyance like that can't be bought.