Hi there! Last week was really hard. I mean, most of the attention around here went to Jonesie. Jonesie this and Jonesie that. What about me? Aren't I helpful in the garden? Aren't I as beautiful and special and ....oh...I feel a hairball coming on....
I thought I'd pose by the oregano...I'm a spicy girl you know. A spice girl actually. Gingerspice!
Mom and dad brought home some cool garden art. Jonesie will take credit for placing it, but I look good exposing my belly next to it. This one has a butterfly and a dragonfly on it.
So...it's Tuesday so I might as well dish it. See, Jonesie DID get all the attention this past week because she was sick. Mom fussed and dad fussed and you'd think all they cared about was Jonesie...not the rest of us. It's enough to make me file a complaint with the ASPCA. I was just about to do just that, when I found out that little Miss Purrfect had an "incident". See, she was being stubborn about using her private litter box. She went 48 hours without touching it, which freaked out everyone. I dream of having a private box, but Jonesie was having none of it. She was hauled back off the to v-e-t for a recheck and on the way back home her very full bladder couldn't take the bumps in the road and about a couple of blocks from the house she let fly in her carrier. All over her fleece...all over her and all over the instructions from the v-e-t on what we need to do for her.
It was great!
Jonesie was horrified and all that did was make mom and dad fuss even more over her. I can't win.