It's hot

The woman keeps saying that I'm getting a sister. What's a sister? The boy has a sister and she screams a lot. Am I getting one of her? I wish she understood me. I don't want a sister. I want tuna. Yeah, a lot of tuna in the bowl by my water. She said the sister is tiny and still has its eyes closed. Well, why would she want something that doesn't open its eyes? She said that she thinks that the sister will keep me company; I have Bell Bear and Whore Doll and the mouse under the stove. Why does she have to bring a screaming sister?

Oh, I have fleas and the woman is so mad. She said the flea medicine doesn't work and now the baby, that's me, has allergies again. She cut my hair where I itch and put the medicine on my skin so that I don't itch. It works but she keeps looking for the fleas and makes me hold my head down or up or over to the side, then she lifts my tail and looks at my butt for fleas. She's obsessed with fleas.

The pillow is soft. I think I'll put my head down for just a minute. Yawn.

It jumps

So there was this giant thing in the floor and it hopped and hopped and I chased it and caught it and then it got loose again and it hopped and hopped. The woman screamed for the man and he came and caught it and put it outside and the woman said, kitty, we are civilized here and we don't eat insects. I am watching the door incase it comes back in. I will eat that insect.

Fur is sure sticky

The man and the woman took off and left me alone. That’s right. I’s alone except for the woman’s friend. She came and petted me and made sure I had food and water. So, when the woman and the man came home, I let them know how sad I was that they were gone. I bit the woman’s hand, I tapped the man’s foot, and then I snuggled and let the madness go. Today, I’m on the screened back porch watching the birds and thinking how easy it would be for me to snatch one out of that tree. Sometimes, I hiss at them and other times I meow. The woman says, it’s okay. They won’t hurt my baby. Ha. I eat those birds, if I could.
Whoops, gotta go. I think I hear a mouse.

I like a lot.

I think I've scratched again. The woman is putting powder on my head and reminding me that I'm not supposed to scratch and she is saying I need my nails clipped, something she won't do, so I gots to go to the vet. I like the vet, but I don't like going away from the woman.

I like bubble baths. When the woman gets the tub full of bubbles, and gets in, I like to swat the bubbles. One time I fell in and got all wet. I like the shower too and sometimes stick my head in and chase the water coming down.

I also like the woman's lap and the man's feet. Both are nice to sleep on and they don't wake me up. I like the whore dolls, and think I need new ones, since I've eaten the faces off. I like the woman's shoes, but she says no kitty. I also like the lap top and when the woman writes, I cuddle with it and sometimes swat at her hands when they go every where.

I don't like the flea medicine that she puts on my neck. It makes me feel bad for a day or two even if she says and the vets says it's harmless. I don't like popcorn, it sticks in my mouth and taste bad. I hate the cold weather cause then I cannot go out on the back porch and watch the birds building their nests. I wish the screan weren't there and I could chase those birds.

Kids and Kitty

The kids were last weekend and they had been gone for a long time, like three weeks or something. They both ran and chased me and I chased them and hissed, I hissed a lot. When I hissed, the Baby cried and the Boy laughed. The woman would say, Kitty, don’t hiss at the Baby, you hurt her feelings. Well, funny how when the kids are here, I am not the baby but Kitty and the bigger I get, and the Baby is getting bigger too, the more I get fussed at. Plus, the Baby sits in the woman’s lap all the time and I cannot get there and so I hide beside the chair and swat at the woman’s arm until she looks down and I meow all pitiful. So, at night when they all go to sleep, I curl up on the woman and if she turns over, I find a new place on her to curl. When the kids went back to their house, I got in the woman’s lap and did not budge and she scratched my chin, and rubbed my back, and I even let wash my face with a damp cloth—something I really hate. This week, the big boy is coming. His feet stink and he eats all the time. The woman said he is hitting puberty and we need to give him room. Room for what?

Oh, and I forgot, I've been hanging out on the screened back porch and there's a feral kitty who comes over and puts her nose on the screen. The woman is feeding her. I want to play with this little kitty and be friends, but the woman says she is wild and if we do catch her and keep her, she has to go to the vet and get shots and flead and wormed and all of that. I hope I see her today.

Going to the doctor, again.

I had to go to the hospital. I’m allergic to fleas. The woman takes pride in keeping the fleas off of me, but one must have found its way on and bit me. Anyway, I itched and itched and scratched and scratched and then she put medicine on it and tried putting booties on my paws to stop the itching, but that didn’t work. So, she called the vet and he made an appointment.

I tried not to get in the carrier, cause I know when I get in there something bad is about to happen. But, she tricked me by throwing whore doll in and I followed and then she took whore doll out. She said she didn’t want the doctor to think we were letting our baby play with misogynistic toys.

Anyway, then we were in the car and I cried and then we were in the office and I cried and then we were on the examining table and I hid under the woman’s arms. The doctor said that I had to have shots and stay overnight for treatment cause I am real allergic. So, the woman was sad and said but she doesn’t have her pillow or a soft blanket and the doctor said she could go home and bring something back and the woman said, I’ll leave my shirt and she went into another room and took off her soft t-shirt that I like so well and put it on the table and I snuggled on it and then that doctor gave me two shots in my hips. Ouch!

The woman left and I thought I’s never going to see her again and I’s glad she left me the shirt.
Later, they gave me a shot that knocked me out and then they shaved my hair off of my neck and put a lot of medicine on me and gave me more shots and when I woke up, the woman was there. I meowed and meowed and even when the doctor was talking to her and telling her how good I was and how much better I was and how it wasn’t her fault, I meowed and the woman said, baby, shh! But I couldn’t shh. Not on the way home, not when she put the carrier on the bed, and not when I ran through the house looking for whore doll, and not even when I sat on the litter box. I meowed and meowed.

Where's my lamp

The woman left. I knew she was leaving when she got out of her pajamas and loaded her big bag and laptop into the car. Every time she came into the house to get more things, I attacked her feet and said, what about me. Then she said that’s it. She said by to the man and then petted me and kissed my face and said Daddy will take care of you. Then she left. All that day, I checked the room for her and looked out of the window and then that night she was still gone. I found the man and slapped his foot and he gave me some ham and then I jumped into his lap and went to sleep. The next day, I thought she would be in her bed but she wasn’t and I cried and searched and the man kept telling me that she will be back; but when? Then I just went to bed and was sleeping and dreaming and having fun in my dream and I thought I was dreaming about her because I felt her pet me and heard her say there’s my baby and then I opened my eyes and she was there and I meowed so pitiful to make her feel bad that she left me. Then she said, look, baby, I have a treat for you and she gave me a little toy mouse. Also, another whore doll and she bought a very ugly lamp that has a base like a rabbit. She said to the man, it was only twenty dollars and it will look good sitting on the table next to Bell Bear. Bell Bear indeed. I bite his ears. A lamp just for Bell Bear—he isn’t even real. I only got a plastic mouse and a used whore doll. She thinks I don’t know it was used and probably in the floor board o the car and that the baby probably dropped it there. Where’s my lamp?