Mine, it's all mine.

So when the kids were here, the Baby wanted my whore doll and the Boy wanted my Spider man doll and they were holding them all wrong and I was walking beside them trying to take them back and the baby dropped whore and I grabbed her and ran and the baby ran and the baby screamed and the woman said what is going on and the baby pointed and jabbered and the boy, who I think is a communists, said that I took the baby’s doll. The woman said it is okay there are plenty of dolls and I think she loves me more or she would have made me give the whore back. So, when no one was looking, I took all my toys, whore doll, spider man doll, the little bitty bear, and the plastic hamburger paddy, and hid them under the woman’s bed. I stuck my head out and guarded my toys and when I heard little feet coming, I scooted things far back. Yes I did. After two days, the man and woman took the kids home and the house was quiet again. The woman’s lap was free for just me, the man brought food into the living room and when he wasn’t looking, I ate, and all is well.

I want mouse

The woman had friends over and they really wanted me to let them touch me, but I played hard to get. Sometimes, I would walk real close and flop down and watch as they stretched to touch me and I’d smell them. While they smelled good, I would not let them touch me too much. Plus, I could tell the woman was getting nervous and a little jealous. Also, I was a little gassy and didn’t want to make them too sick after they ate. The woman says, kitty, you need some gas x. I close my eyes and push my ears down because I don’t think my gas is all that bad. Plus, it’s the food. Oh, and the kids are coming later today and I get to play chase the baby and run with the boy. The baby is easy to catch but the boy is real fast. I need to go and hide the whore doll and spider man so the kids won’t get them. There are just toys I’m not willing to share. Oh, and I got real close to a real mouse. I’m going to catch it, and play with it, and eat it. The woman doesn't like the mouse, and when she sees one, she always runs to the man and says it's back, we need to buy poison. I run sideways to where the mouse hides and sniff and fluff out my tail and wait. I'll protect the woman and kill that mean old mouse. I really will. She says for me to leave it alone that it probably has diseases and the man says that she is being animal classiests, whatever that means. I just want that little mouse.

whore doll

I have lots and lots of toys. Most are soft and cuddly but some are big and make noise, like the big red square. My favorite toy is the doll. She’s little and has long blond hair and a bright red dress and tiny feet; she’s a miniature Barbie. The Baby got her in a thing called a happy meal. Anyway, it stays here, like many other of the kids’ toys. But, the woman calls it the whore doll. Sometimes she’ll pick it up and say, sweetie, here’s the whore doll, and she scoots it across the floor and I chase it and pounce on it and wrap my body around it. I love the whore doll. I also love Peanut, the boy’s three legged soft puppy. I eat his feet and his nose and his ears. He sits on the bed with the bell bear that I’m not supposed to play with. But, when the woman is gone, I hit that bell bear in the face with my paws and kick it with my back paws and I eat its ears. I also like the baby’s crib, her big pusher toy, and her soft blanket. Did I tell you all my fur grew back from where they cut me? Yeah, and it isn’t even sore. Gotta go, there’s still wrapping paper left on the Boy’s bed and I need to go jump in it.

Naps

The woman and I take naps together. She says, come on Baby, let’s go to bed. I run down the hall after her and jump into bed before her and cannot wait until she gets in her spot and gets still, because I can snuggle real close and we sleep for hours. Sometime she doesn’t go to sleep right away and she massages my shoulders and my back. I purr and she breathes real nice. She’s been sick, but I think she’s better. She is actually doing a little house cleaning, which I love. Also, she is going outside more and even walking a little. She is even going to get the kids next weekend. Oh boy, the kids.

Something is way wrong with the woman

So, I really love the woman and she is soft and treats me so well that I will never ever leave. But, she did something that makes me think she is nuts. I’s sitting in her lap and she was scratching my chin and I’s loving it and out of the blue she pries my mouth open and shoves a huge pill down my throat and wouldn’t let me spit it out and makes me swallow it. One minute she’s all nice and normal and the next she’s saying you must swallow this, you have worms. The thought of me having worms, and what is worms? Who is this woman? But, I had no choice, so I swallowed it and then I coughed a bit and ran and hid behind the fluffy man and he said why are you tormenting Kitty and I’s like yeah, at least you’re normal. And after a while, she was sitting and reading, she reads a lot, and drinking hot tea, which she also drinks a lot, and then I decided that she was just having one of those moments and it was safe to get back in her lap and so I did but I stayed far away from her arms and then she started petting my neck, sort of parting my fur and it felt so good, especially since I feel crawly things on me, and I saw this really evil looking object and it was open and I sniffed and smelled something really gross, but I thought she was normal, and so I closed my eyes, just for a minute and then I feel this wet stuff on my neck and she is saying that I, Ginger, have fleas and this medicine, more medicine, is going to get rid of them and we’ll be fine. We, I didn’t see her putting that stuff on her neck. Wasn’t the pill enough? I abandoned the woman for the man—I mean he didn’t ever put nothing on me or make me eat things I don’t like and he never said that I have worms or fleas. I think she’s just having that thing that she keeps talking about—the end of the semester melt down. Yeah, she is having a meltdown. I’ll remember her behavior to avoid future mishaps.

I'm Here.

Hey,
I finally got fixed. It happened last Saturday. It was very traumatic for me. I should have known something was up when they didn't let me eat or drink all night long. Then very early Saturday morning, the woman put a soft sweater in my carrier and I crawled in, and she shut the door and took me in the car and I's thinking she was taking me back to the store cause I chewed up the edge of her new purse, or put little claw holes in the new sofa, or because I accidently scratched her foot. I cried and meowed begging her to give me another chance and then she sung that song about the rainbow and I don't think she would sing my favorite song if she's gonna be mean. So, we got to the place where dogs barked and other cats meowed and she, the woman, cried, and this other woman, who smelled funny, took me to the back. I woke up hearing the rainbow song and the woman was talking to me and telling me that she was so sorry that I felt so badly and getting fixed was the gonna make me much happier. Then, she put me in her room and I found my little castle and crawled in the hole and she left me alone except for the times she came in and put her fingers in the water and wet my mouth. Then when I started to chill, she got in bed and put me next to her and held me so I could get warm. Sunday night, I started feeling well enough to walk, but mostly, I have been sitting in her lap, getting groomed and hearing the rainbow song. I sure wish she could sing cause I bet it's a pretty song.
Happy Turkey Day....Oh, I smell things cooking and last night, I got the liver, cooked of course. and it was so good. Yummy, holiday and the kids are coming. Hide and Seek with Baby Girl is the best.

In case there's a fire.

I’m learning to catch prey. When the woman walks down the hall, I run up and try to trip her, and she says sweetie, that’s me, don’t make Mama, that’s her, fall. I also like to play chase the hand puppet. The woman puts her hand under the blanket or shirt and moves it around and I attack it. She likes this game too because she giggles. Plus, when I’m tired and don’t want to play, she tries to get me to play hand puppet. Also, I like bed game. See, the woman does this thing. At night, she pulls the big top cover down and puts all the pretty pillows, the little bear, and Peanut, the boy’s three legged dog, all in a chair. So, she and the man get into bed and they go to sleep. I like to sleep with them too. Then when morning comes, she gets all fussy about the bed that she already tore up the night before. She pulls everything off and one layer by one layer, she fixes the bed back. I like to jump up before the last layer gets put back on. She covers me up and I run around under the top cover and once I bumped my head on the bed post. She says, Ginger, this is not a game. We need to make the bed pretty so if there’s a fire, those firemen will know that we are good and proper people who make their bed. That woman of mine is so funny.