Mancat Monday

My Gotcha Day is coming up in just a couple of weeks.  It's hard for me to believe that a year ago I was outside.   Had I known that I could just come inside, have a woofie to watch over me...girl kitties to woo...an endless supply of food, toys and soft places to sleep...I would have done so earlier. 

But no...I had to play hard to get and freak out on everyone.   I'm a bit stubborn, but I'm a softie now.

Grete is doing much better after her rough time with the Golden Retrievers in the dog park.  She was on limited activity for a couple of weeks.  She is now playing ball in the backyard and should be back at the dog park next week.

ManCat Monday

Hi there! I haven't been allowed to post too much because all of my pictures have looked the same. I pretty much have camped out on my cat tree in the corner window and I don't leave. Ever since I moved in back in February, it's been one adjustment after another. I'm just now realizing that the food isn't going away, and I'm really part of the family. They aren't just mistaking me for a larger and manlier version of little squirt Cory. I really do belong here. They really do love me. Wow.

I've been a little hard to manage at times. I admit that. I had to go to the v-e-t yesterday to finish up all my first shots...get all boostered up and all that. When they got me in the carrier I got really upset and had a wee bit of stress diarrhea. I hollered all the way to the v-e-t and hollered so loudly in the waiting room everyone wondered what was the matter with me. I must be injured or ill or something, right? Nope, just really hissed off. The v-e-t was really nice to me and let me hide under a towel while he gave me my shots. Then when I got home mom and dad tried to give me a bath. At that point I realized they must really love me. After that I decided to hang out in the hallway.

Pee Ess. I really am more than twice as big as Cory. The photo is not an optical illlusion. I am 18 pounds and she is a weensy 8 pounds.