Long ago I was adopted by my Mom. I’m going to be seven on Christmas Eve. That’s a paw and two claws! I’m wise……at least I think so. Well, with the addition of this little “spitfire”, I’ve realized some very important things.
I used to be a morning kitty and an evening kitty. I still get up really early ‘cuz Mom’s brother gets up early and he feeds us. However, I’m too tired to party late at night now. (Kind of like Mom! MOL!!!)
Toys are fun only at certain times. Steinbeck thinks toys are to be played with twenty-four hours a day!
I have certain toys I really like. Steinbeck thinks EVERYTHING is a toy……including Mom’s toes!
I like to sit in the window and watch what’s happening outside. Steinbeck has learned that trick and now he always wants to join me.
I don’t like medicine in my food but since Steinbeck came, Mom has to give me some medicine to make sure I’m safe.
I like to wait for Mom when she comes home from work. Now Steinbeck tries to join in and get all the attention.
In conclusion, it’s hard being an older brother, but I’m kind of getting used to this little one. Sometimes I have to swat him ‘cuz he’s obnoxious, but I try not to swat too hard. I’m hoping that he’ll eventually settle down. At least he doesn’t try to curl up with me when we’re both on Mom’s bed. I want to cuddle with Mom…….not him!
I was calmly playing with my toys when Mom got home from work. She walked in all nice and friendly and stopped to talk to both Hemingway and me. Next thing I knew, I was at the doctor lady’s house again!
I was thinking that if I jumped in that little box thing, I could weigh as much as Hemingway! Mom was happy though ‘cuz now I weigh 2 1/2 pounds so I’ve gained some.
I don’t like what you wrote on that paper so I’m leaving!
Do you really have to gang up on me???
Can someone come rescue me?
So, the doctor lady and Mom talked. I had been sneezing and the doctor lady said I have an upper restory infection. Is there such a thing as a lower restory? Anyway, I got some meds and so far I’m taking them real good for Mom. The doctor lady said she was real glad my lungs were clear and that I didn’t have nomeenomah…..or something like that. Hemingway and I both have to take some meds for parasites and for this bacteria thing. Hemingway is fine but the doctor lady said he could catch things from me. Believe me, I’m not throwing anything at Hemingway!
So, they took a picture of me after they cleaned my ears. They said they wanted it for my file at the clinic. They even sent the picture to Mom and when she saw it, she laughed. She said I look like ET!!! Who’s ET????
Mom says she’s never seen me look so grumpy and she thinks the helicopter ears are silly.
SO DO I!!!! They better plan on taking a better picture of me so all the other fur people don’t laugh at me!!!!
Mom said that since Steinbeck has been ruling the blog lately, I get to put my selfie up today. Here it is. I’m sitting in the yard pondering what I did to deserve a two-pound bundle of constant energy making me exercise! Of course Mom had to play around with my selfie and make it all strange.
Be sure to check out all my other great furriends!