Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
When I woke up I was a bit sore and groggy. I'm over that now, but I have no desire to come out from behind the couch. Everything is blocked off so I can't get under the couch. In the meantime, I'm definitely getting the feeling I'm being wooed by a certain fluffy princess.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
BJ" or "Mr. B"...same blank stares as when I was called Frances. He does the slow blink when they say "Nigel" or "Sebastian". Be sure to purr a bit for him since he's going in for his hoo-ha-ectomy today.
PS....I love my name.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
What's so weird is that these humans keep on tossing names at my like I'm supposed to respond. I just stare at them. "Midnight" "Charlie" "Fluffy"...if you've heard it, they tried it on me. Nothing. I just stare at them. They were talking about taking a couple of weeks to figure it out, maybe wait until I'm feeling better and they can see the "real" me. As long as I'm by the heater vent, I don't suppose I care.
They started getting weird. The lady human, who is referring to herself as "mom"...starts talking about this really great website. It's a prince name generator she says. Oh no! Did I end up with a bunch of loonies or what? All she has to do is hit a button and she ends up with endless goofy names, for example "Prince Maurice Laurence Rupert de Lyfeld"...is she kidding me?
At this point, "hey you" is sounding pretty good. Call me anything, just don't call me late for dinner, ok?
So after 3 days behind the couch I decided that maybe it would be ok to come out. This "mom" person has this flashy box, but I think it's ok. I have continued to stare at her while she continues to talk to me. She even tried calling me "Rumpelstiltskin"! I have responded by meowing loudly throughout the night. I know she wants to pet me cause I'm so handsome, but for now she is holding back. I can see it's hard on her. Apparently I look like her beloved departed Jonathan.
So now I'm being told that on Friday I have a really big day planned. That is the day I go back to the v-e-t and get my hoo-ha-ectomy...plus I'm going to get a microchip. That means they better get busy on a proper name for me. It better not be Rumpelstiltskin...
xoxo Mr. B, the cat soon to be formerly known as Bojangles
***UPDATE*** Please vote for my new name! If you don't like the choices, add your idea in the comment section.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
I have been hanging out in this great yard for a couple of years. I used to have a home because I used to have a collar and a bell. That is why the man here started referring to me as "Bojangles"...because I jangled. Whatever dude. My name is not Bojangles. You need to figure that out. So the nice lady who has been giving me nice canned food every morning totally betrays my trust and traps me in this horrific metal cage. I had to stay in there for what seemed like forever. They say it was only like 2 minutes, but you try sitting in one of them and tell me what you think.
I'm then stuck in this room, and I'm thinking maybe it's ok because I can look out the window and its warm...but then on Friday morning when I'm perfectly happy sleeping under the couch, I'm ambushed and the lady actually picks up the couch and the man grabs me and stuffs me in a box! I am then taken against my will to this place...where they had to give me drugs to sedate me. I'm told that they examined me, scanned me, stole my blood and then gave me deworming medicine, clipped my claws, flea dipped me, shaved off some mats, gave me an antibiotic shot and found what they called "hoohas". I know I'm furry but if you asked I could have told you I had them. Really.
So anyway, now I'm back in the room. These people say they are happy because my blood test shows I'm negative for FIV and Leukemia. I just have an upper respiratory infection. I could have told them that if they just asked. Now my hoohas are going to be scheduled to be :choke: removed once I recover from my illness. I'm all snuffly and icky from my cold, but they say that should only last a short while. The Dr. who saw me today said I'm about 3-4 years old, which the man here said makes sense because when he first saw me cruising for his catnip that was about 2 1/2 years ago.
They are talking about giving me a "real" name since Bojangles, Mr. B, etc. was just my "cat passing through the yard name".
Whatever... it's Valentines Day and there are 5 lady cats on the other side of the door and I can do nothing about it! Someone at some point in my life left me to fend for myself. I will see if I can open my heart again.
Signed "Bojangles" aka BJ, aka Mr. B
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
So anyway, back to gardening. Once the humans are given their work orders, there's not much for me to do but hang out and check in once in awhile to make sure things get done. Since there is a sun patch today, I'm going to take a nap, trusting that everything will go as planned. There is a ton of plant material from last year that just needs to be hauled out of here.It's time to check up on them. You can see the door they put in the fence so I can go back and forth. I still like to ask them to open the gate for me, just to make sure it still works.