What I do for love...

I love my person, so I really give her a ton of allowances. For instance, we got up this morning and headed to the vet to see my fans. There were several other people visiting, so we waited in the car for my room to open up. I didn't even realize that they let other animals in my room, but I have smelled evidence of such during my many other visits. Anyhow, when they finally called me in, after a bit of rudely discussing my livelihood in my direct presence, my main fan (my person calls her Doctor Hawthorn) showed my person how to stick this sharp metal thing into my back. Then my back filled up with water. I over heard them talking and apparently this is going to happen for a few days. I guess it's because I got a little sick and I haven't really been eating or drinking. It's totally from the nasty stuff my person has been forcing into my mouth every day. She stopped giving it to me a few days back, but I am still feeling cruddy. While it looks silly when she puts the water in my back, it does make me feel a ton better.

This was me, patiently awaiting my visit:



So that's that. I'm off the meds, but on a drip for a few days. Awesome...it's always something with me, isn't it? Oh, and we had to stop by the health food store to get this icky powder (I think they called it a probiotic) to put into my food. Maybe my tummy will start feeling better and I can get outside and eat critters once again.

So...back to the title of this post: what I do for love is... let my person stick sharp things into my back becuase I know she is trying to help me. I'm really a good man cat. Promise ;)


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Meow,

Romeo

Happy 5th of July!

Hello!

I hope you all had a purrfect weekend and that you were able to avoid all of the crazy crossfire. Let's just say I was actually thrilled to be grounded with all of the shootings yesterday. Thank goodness the violence has come to an end. I don't think I have heard any shots fired today! Progress!

Anyhow, I had a very relaxed weekend. Slept a ton...during the day that is. When I'm grounded, I love singing all night long. It is silly, I know, but so soothing! I know my person loves it! She keeps screaming out my name...so naturally I sing louder. All of the dark time singing tuckers me out...thus the before mentioned sleeping occurs:



My person is always copying me and making these picture things...which is really perfect for my blog!

Beyond that, I did get some sunshine...only not in a preferred manner. I guess being grounded means being tied up like the dog when she goes for walks. I don't get it, nor do I like it. Ugh.



I can't wait to be free again! I mean isn't that what dependence day was supposed to be about?

Meow,

Romeo

Meowmory Lane ~ Slumber Party Scuttler Hunting

Hi Everyone,

My person's friend, Regan, just reminded me of a super funny night in the cold orange leafy time, when I was just a boy cat. They were having a slumber party and being all squealy, so I ventured out to get away from the madness. I came upon a small village of whiskery scuttlers (mice in english) and ninja swiped the perfect gift for the girls. Unfortunately I cannot provide any further details re: the ambush but I can tell you that was so excited to present this gift, I forgot to make it stop wiggling before bringing it into the house. This slight oversight turned out to be a very entertaining mistake. I let that little guy go and you wouldn't believe the chase! It didn't take long for my person to catch it...and what did she do? She put that critter right back into the wild. What the heck? How ungrateful, right?

I wasn't about to let my good deed go unnoticed...I brought that little guy right back in. Right back out he went. I had to devise a plan. A gift this great simply couldn't go to waste! So I stretched, grabbed the scuttler, and darted through the door. I set that little dude down and told him to run for his life! That he did...right under the food coldener! Well, my person and her friend yanked that huge thing away from the wall. Regan picked up that frightened little scuttler by it's booty string, like she had done it a million times before. I guess not all girls are afraid of scuttlers...or maybe Regan just isn't all girls.

This time, they locked me in, and locked the scuttler out. The end.



Photograph courtesy of CT pics, November 9, 2008.

The Tail of a Vet Visit

Hi Everyone!

I hope you all are enjoying the beautiful weather, on my behalf. If I'm not being clear, that was meant to imply that I cannot enjoy the weather myself. Yep, you guessed it...I'm grounded again. This time, for my tail. I could tell you that I got attacked by a pack of cyotes who were trying to protect their cubs from my mad hunting skillz, but that might be a lie. I guess you'll never know!

My person keeps threatening to put a camera on my necklace. I don't think she would actually go through with it given that I would intentionally lose it to protect the privacy of my outdoor persona and the entire cat association. Anyhow...last night she picked me up for a snuggle and apparently could smell the nastiness oozing out of my tail. I know it got sliced up a bit, but I didn't realize it had gotten all pussy (pronounced pus-e, as in full of puss). The next part sucks. She always does this and it is hard for me to allow, but deep down I know she is only trying to help. She took me to the water room and cut my fur away from the wound with buzzers. It hurt like crazy, but I kept my claws in during my struggle so I didn't hurt her. She put this stuff on that burned so bad...thank goodness I'm tough as snails...as the saying goes! After all was said and done, she tried to go to sleep. I didn't think that she should sleep at all, for personal reasons, so I made sure to make crazy, agonizing noises all night. I crack myself up!

In the morning, I knew what was coming. She put me into the vet box and then put the vet box into the car.



I wasn't entirely thrilled, but I was somewhat missing my fan club.

When we got to the vet, all of my fans greeted me. I think they missed me...It had been a few months since my last visit, if my meowmory serves me. Sometimes, my person fixes me up enough to skip visiting my fans. This time, I had an inflection, so I had to go in and get the cold wire stuck into my ... you know. I strongly dislike that.

One of my fans said that I was her very favorite cat in the universe. She's lucky I'm a frequent flyer (whatever that means). I'm so popular there, I just wish they would lose the cold wire thing.

So now I am home, on lock down once again, and I know for a fact there is something icky in my wet food. I guess I'll eat it, because I know it makes my person happy.

This is me when I got home...still pretty, eh?



And here is a picture of my awesome war wound. Don't be jealous.



Vet damage: $73.32...just a minor infraction by my terms.

Meow,

Romeo