If I Gotta Diet, Give Me Some of That Good Stuff!

Caption: My he-person snuggles a big armload of squirming fur (me) in front of our friend's fireplace.





You must wonder why I haven't been posting lately. Now I can tell you. I was in a foul mood after we got back from the vet, then to top it off, my folks put me on a diet. At first I wasn't sure why I was getting different food, but I sure did like some of it. Some of it I refused to eat. Seems they bought a variety of the new high protein stuff to see which I preferred.

Let me tell you, I love the seafood stuff, but don't ever try to feed me something called "pot pie" again! That stuff was nasty. Now I've even gotten used to the dry food they bought for me and not only have I lost a few ounces, but I'm as frisky as a kitten again.

I'm not eating any less, just better for me food. I guess this stuff fills me up better, Not only does it have real seafood of all kinds, but it has vegetables and apples and such in it. I'm not overly crazy about the carrots, but I can usually work around them. And if I accidentally do eat some, it's all mixed in with things like New England Boil, Surf and Turf, and Ocean Breeze. I even like the Thanksgiving Day Dinner with turkey, green beans, carrots, apples, cranberries and blueberries. Who knew this stuff could taste so good? It's all real food like lobster and sardines instead of filled with fillers and lots of carbohydrates. It may cost more than the cheap supermarket stuff, but I'm worth it!!! Besides, I don't eat all that much.

And no, I don't intend to go on and on about my healthy food, but I will keep readers posted on how the weight loss goes. Maybe my she-person will post a picture when I get slim and trim. As you can tell from the photo (above), I'm quite an armload.

Right now I've got to make a mad dash to the window and chase the birdies away from the feeder. I'm a real terror now that I've got all this energy, plus I'm losing weight every time I fly up the back of the sofa and leap at the window.

Now, if only we can find some good tasting people food for my she-person so she can diet along with me. And no, I'm not sharing mine!

My Regular Routine Does Not Include Vet Visits

Okay, here's the thing. I like my routine and I don't like change unless it involves getting new toys. So when I see my cat carrier come indoors, I know something's up. But I have to investigate it because I never know by what some little critter might have crawled inside and still be hiding there. Not this time!

But let me back up for a minute. This disruption of my routine began Sunday when my people left me and didn't return home until late at night. How could they go off and leave me alone that long? Seems they spent the day in Quartzsite, the gathering place in the desert where old people and hippies like to go to either sell things, or buy what they have to sell. My people came home with armloads of stuff, and frankly, I didn't see one thing that interested me.

Back to the cat carrier, which they carried in after they got home Sunday night. It stays indoors on the floor overnight, I guess so I will become used to it and feel comfortable. Harrumph! Next morning my he-person grabs me and tries to stuff me inside. Well, I have a surprise for him. That's not going to happen unless I decide it's okay. I've learned to spread my front legs out so there's no way he can stuff me inside the crate. I make myself much bigger than the opening. So my she-person tells him to put me in backwards. Well all of a sudden, there I am sitting inside the crate with the door being locked. This does not look good!

I do my usual pitiful crying for a few minutes after we get in the car, then I settle down since I'm sure we must be headed to California. Wrong! We're headed into town to the vet. I remember that place. That's where someone stuck something up my backside and I screamed like a banshee, then to add insult to injury, they shot me with a huge needle. This time my people don't even go in with me, but I hear them wish the vet tech, good luck!

True to my nature, I make some noise about getting my temperature taken, but I leave the vet tech in one piece so she can carry me back to my people, who are waiting for me in the waiting room. Then the tech informs my people that I could lose a couple of pounds. Who does she think she's talking about? She does mention that I might have a thyroid problem and should probably be tested. I hope that doesn't mean I'll have to go back to see her!

Well I'm home now, and let me tell you, I'm making my people feel sorry they took me to the vet. I've been so quiet and mostly sleeping so they'll think I've been truly traumatized. I want them to remember this next year when they decide it's time to get shots again. I'll sure remember!

Christmas in the Golden State

Well I'm back from California! Of course, I did my whiny thing for a few long minutes when we first hit the highway, then I settled down in my crate for a long nap. But that was only after my he-person opened the crate door so I could get out if I wanted. I didn't, but I might have.

I had so much fun exploring every room in the big mansion in California. This time I wasn't afraid to mingle with anyone who walked in the door and I mostly ignored the other black cats in the mirrors. But my main interest was in taste testing the potted plants. I constantly detoured towards the plants just so I could watch my people jump up and run after me. It's great fun to see them chasing after me, and I can sure tell you that one of them needs the exercise as much as I do.

I got weighed while in CA, and it seems that more than a pound has sneaked onto my body since the vet told my people I needed to lose a few ounces back in June. Uh-oh! Not good news when I go for my check-up next month. Getting exercise in an RV doesn't exactly make me giddy. I'm limited to running back and forth and jumping up on the bed, or up in the window. Nothing exciting about that! I do like to play with my toys, but I prefer doing it while lying down. Maybe I was just meant to be plump?

My newest Christmas toy was a ball that holds water, and has a plastic fish inside that moves around. I prefer it empty because it's easier to roll around, but frankly, chasing a ball is simply too strenuous for me. My folks have cut back on my food, and I'm much too hungry now to get excited about chasing anything, even my catnip-filled mice. By the way, my folks came home with about 8 pounds of chocolate. Guess who else will be needing to go on a diet!

It rained in California so I didn't get to go outside to graze on the grass, but back in AZ, the skies are absolutely gorgeous with warmish sunshine. Life is good. Purr-r-r-r. Maybe my people will put a photo of me (relaxing on the fireplace hearth) on my blog sometime soon.

Look Out California - Here I Come Again!

Hey, it's just fun, fun, fun around here. NOT! It has been raining for a couple of days, plus it is gray and dreary, so I can't lie on my back in the sunshine to get my daily dose of rays. On the plus side for my people, I haven't wanted to run outside. I can remember what it was like to be outside in the rain, and it's not for me. I'm afraid my people would just let me stay out there because they like the rain even less than I do! I don't think they would chase me down or even hold the door open for me in case I changed my mind.

I am heading for California again for Christmas. Can't wait to get over there and hunt down all those black cats that are hiding in my human auntie and uncle's house. They're gonna wish they had never seen the likes of me because I'm planning to really scare them this time. No surprises for me! I'll sneak up on those mirrored doors, then hiss and growl at those cats and see if they don't flee in terror.

I might be a sweet little kitty when it's time to eat, play, and sleep, but I can be a wild ape when the mood strikes. And I think my stinker factor will definitely go up when I get to California. I sure don't want any of those little buggars to come home with us!

Turkey Day, and no turkey for me? What's up with that?

Well Thanksgiving has come and gone, and I haven't gotten any turkey yet. You'd think my people would think of me on this day of thanks and bring me some leftover turkey. I did see a package of food come in, so I can only hope it holds some tidbits for me. I even brought my stuffed mouse to my he-person this morning and offered it to him, hoping he would get the hint that I would like a little gift, too. Make mine turkey, please and purr-r-r-r.

It has been raining here, so it's been dark and dreary, but today the sun in shining again and I'm anxious to get in a sunny window and soak up some rays. That and eat some leftover turkey.

I hope all you four-legged, furry friends and two-legged humans have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.

Oh boy, have you ever seen such a handsome cat? Yellow is my color, don't you think? I didn't get any yummy treats from the luau, but I did get this lovely yellow lei.

This Election Kept Me Up Late

Don't think I'm a chronic complainer, but I have to let you know that my people kept me up long past my bedtime last night watching election returns. They seem to find lots of reasons to keep me up late, then expect me to sleep late. Not likely! What's with these people? On top of keeping me up late for the results, then there was lots of celebrating because a black dude like me won the election.

So okay, I can appreciate that! I'll bet he's not near as handsome as me, though!

My people kept talking about how the country would right it's course now, and that maybe people can get jobs and not go hungry after he (the President) fixes things. Hey, I'm for that, too, because I don't want any little furry four-legged people like me to go hungry or freeze because their humans can't afford heat.

And I understand the new President was born and grew up in Hawaii. So besides both of us being black, we have something else in common (sort of). He grew up in Hawaii and my people have a picture of me wearing a Hawaiian lei. Doesn't that make me Hawaiian? Maybe they will put the picture on my blog so you can all see how handsome I look. They're kinda slow at putting my pictures up.

And I'll bet I would make a good president, too. I would make sure that all kitties have a continuous supply of kibbles and fishy food, and that all my furry friends have homes and families of their own for Christmas. And that I have lots of attention and toys to amuse me. Are you listening, Santa?