Looking for trouble with one good eye

I went to the vet again, this time for an eye infection, and yes, she used that thermometer again. That woman can't seem to understand that when I growl really low, it means I don't want her or it touching me! What part of grrr-r-r-r does she not understand? But the good thing is I found out my diet must be working because I've lost 3 and 1/4 ounces. Yippee. Okay, you don't need to remind me that a few ounces isn't much. It's a start.

Meanwhile, my motorhome seems to be getting more and more disorganized. I still can't figure out what's happening. Maybe we're taking a trip again? My people seem to be spending more and more time away, so maybe they're stocking up for the trip? They keep telling me I'm really going to like it, whatever "it" is.

Maybe something else is going on. All I know is that when they're home, they are constantly wrapping me in a hot stuffy blanket, then my she-person pokes some eye ointment into my poor eye. I do more than growl low when they tackle me, wrap me and hold me down. I let out a yowl that would wake the dead and scare the coyotes away. My people are fearless though -- or else they're stupid -- because they don't back off.

My eye is better though, thanks for asking, and maybe in a few days I won't need any more forced medicating. Then maybe my people will take me with them when they go out for the day. I could use a change of scenery - purr-r-r-r. That is, unless some cute little doggies move in next door again.

Another Black Cat in My Motorhome!

Things are going on around here that I don’t understand! In a movable home like ours, that’s not unusual, but lately there seems to be even more activity of the weird kind than usual.

Yesterday my he-person carried a huge square thing in, and as soon as he set it down at the end of the hall, I saw a black cat in it. Yikes! I very carefully crept up to it, afraid it might attack me. Heck, I didn’t know if I might have to turn and hightail (or stub-tail in my case) it out of there. But it just stood there looking blankly at me, so I sniffed it. Nothing. No smell, no noise. What’s going on here?

I climbed on the bed to get a look from above, but I couldn’t see or hear a thing. So I jumped down and sniffed behind it. Still nothing. Then my she-person started walking out of the mirror, so I looked up at her and meowed. She laughed and asked what was wrong, but her voice came from behind me instead of in front of me where I could plainly see her. What the heck? I whirled around and there she was behind me.
But how, when I can plainly see her no matter which way I looked?

Finally I walked a few feet down the hall and looked back over my shoulder at it to make sure the black cat wasn’t chasing me. It was doing the same darn thing as me, looking back at me. What? Was that thing mocking me?

I’m beginning to wonder if we have one of the cats from my auntie and uncle’s house in California? But when my he-p. carried the big square thing back out of the motorhome, the cat seemed to disappear, too. I wonder if I’ll see it outside the door when it’s opened again?

Hey, if I appear freaky sometimes, don’t blame me. Now you have an idea of the kind of things I put up with around here.