Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
In keeping with my previous post... I really hate it when people touch me without my permission...
Just because I allow him to feed me his cereal milk he thinks he can just reach over and stroke me -- whenever.
I left the sofa immediately after he touched me.
Grandma Pat went home today. I like her. She really gives me my space and also... she has white hair just like mine. Seriously. It's white. Not grey... not salt and pepper. White. It's lovely.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I don't much like it when people try to stroke me. I tolerated this woman because she's a close family friend. Otherwise it would have been totally unacceptable.
Grandma Pat's coming this weekend. She's OK. She doesn't try to stroke me or get all up in my stuff like what other people might do.
I found a cupcake wrapper this morning and I licked it clean.
That is all.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
She's 49 today.
She made herself two birthday cakes -- with REAL BUTTER. When I saw her pull that butter out I howled loud for her to give me some but it was a no-go. She hid the cakes so I couldn't get to them -- because I sure would have unwrapped them and licked the top.
Yesterday I stepped outside for a moment and then someone shut the door. I was so peeved. Finally the man saw me sitting on the table and he was all like "Oh my goodness! Pearl!" and he let me in. I really gave him what-for when I got inside. He apologized about a million times as I circled around thinking to myself, "yeah whatever..." I need a cat flap. And one of those heated cat cups, for that matter.
Oh -- and happy birthday, woman. I'll come and sit on your lap later on...
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
While I have my morning bath, I thought I'd pop in to report that my blood tests came back fine. Get this... it turns out that I've just been sneaking too much dog fudz and maybe it was the hot dog that Pumpy retrieved off the countertop last week. Go figure.