Pretty & The Chicken

I'm Pretty. He's Chicken.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Whoa it's been awhile!

Well, now that the sun is shining most of the day, the people are so busy that I haven't been able to get to the computer. Plus, there are sssooo many sun spots that I have to fully enjoy all of them. Anyhow, I thought I would tell all of you fellow fuzzies about our history with the people. I was born in a shelter. One day stinky and mama walked in and stinky picked me out. I got to go home with them a few days later. They lived in a barn (it was renovated) out in the country. I was alone most of the time during the day, so I got a little lonely. I was so happy to see the mama that I would cuddle with her all the time. She let me knead her neck like crazy and drool all over her. Sometimes, she still lets me do it :) About a month and a half after I was adopted, mama brought home Spike. He came from the shelter, too. It was so nice to have another fuzzy around. Spike and I used to cuddle everywhere we could fit. We used to chase mice around the barn when they would sneak in. Mama and stinky wouldn't let us keep them, though. One day, we moved out of the barn into a house in the suburbs. Boy was it noisy! The house had wood floors which was pretty fun when Spike and I used to play. There were lots of windows, too. There was a school across the street and we would watch all of these little people run around and laugh and be noisy. One time, another cat got into the garage, but it wouldn't let mama or stinky near it. I was sad. I think it just needed some love. Right before our second Christmas, Spike started to get really sick. Mama used to call Spike "pudge" because he had a big belly. Boy did that guy love his food. Well, for a few weeks, Spike stopped eating, even the yummy treats. He didn't move around a lot and he wouldn't play with me. I tried to take care of him and keep him company, but he was really sad. Mama took him to the mean (you'll see why) vet. They told her that it was probably nothing too big and that they could run some blood tests. The mean vet could see that mama was really worried so she talked her into putting a feeding tube into Spike's neck and said that it would solve the problem (and give them tons o' money). So mama left Spike at the vet and the next day they called and said he had leukemia and they had to put him to sleep. I had never seen mama so sad. Mama and stinky got to bring Spike home so I could say goodbye and they could spend some time with him. When they took him back and stuck him with the needle, the mean vet put him in a box like he was trash and gave him back to the mama. Boy was she mad! Well, I did not understand what had happened to Spike and I was very vocal about how upset I was that he did not come home. That is how Jonah came to live with us. Jonah was a little older when mama and stinky found him at the SPCA. I think he must have been treated pretty bad, which would explain why he such a chicken. He doesn't like to talk about it, though, so I don't know the whole story. Mama and stinky made sure that Jonah was tested for leukemia before they rescued him. They had me tested, too, and we both checked out. Now here we are living in a much more quite suburb with lots of windows and sun spots. Well, that's our story!

Saturday, May 27, 2006

So, Stinky calls Mama on the phone as she is parking the car in the garage. Mama has had a LONG day at work and walks in to find the scene above. Mama asks Stinky, "What happened?!?" Stinky plays dumb, of course. Then he blamed the whole thing on Jonah and me! Mama, being the smart cookie that she is, observed the mallet and called the Stinky on it. What a butt head. He definitely is not getting any love from us this week. Mama gets lots of love because she is so smart :)

Saturday, May 20, 2006

This is my sun spot. That Izzy thinks this blog is all about her. Hmph. That cat needs a good swat in the head and I think I'm just the cat to do it! I'll show her. Later. Maybe. I'll sleep on it and see. That new litter box attacked me today! I had just settled in to make a poopy and it started to stretch it's claw out for my butt! And they wonder why I pee right next to the box. Does anyone else have the attacking litter box? Is there a way I can immobilize it? Any tips would be great. I've got to think smarter, not harder. Ok, bye bye!

Friday, May 19, 2006

The Mama and Stinky never let us use the laptop, so it's been a while. After almost a month of beautiful sunshine, it rained today. The Chicken and I have been enjoying our sun spots, but it was cloudy today.

Mama had lots of days off this week so I got to snuggle with her and keep her lap nice and warm. Mama also got us a new place to make deposits. We had two before. The Chicken refused to make his deposits in the same box as me so he started peeing everywhere. They got him his own box, but I decided, "What's yours is mine!" so I made deposits in both boxes. He kept peeing on the wall next to his box, so Mama got this new box. He's open to sharing now. It's very loud, but it's cleaner.

Stinky got this new thing that they keep calling the animal, but it doesn't do anything and has no fur. They keep it locked up in the closet, so I'm a little jealous because that's one of my favorite places. Stinky said he was mad because he found out after he got it that there is a better brand of animal - maybe that's why they keep it locked up. I wish they would buy us a new kitty tower, but Stinky says Mama spoils us too much already. That's why Jonah and I love Mama more.

Well, thanks to everyone for visiting our site! We have to get Stinky to bring the laptop home more often so we can blog more.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Mama stayed home from work today. She seemed kind of sad so I made sure to stick by her side and purr alot. I think she really appreciated that. She told Jonah that he makes her smile. He is kind of silly. Stinky has a shirt that he wants Mama to fix and she left it on her craft table. Well, Jonah has taken quite a liking to it and lays on it every day. It is now covered in his hair. I'm pretty sure that officially makes it his.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

My name is Izzy and I'm Pretty. That other pitiful excuse for a feline is Jonah. The Chicken. He's kind of pretty, too. We have been domesticated by Stinky and Mama. They don't know it, but we own them. They pay for us to live in this gigantic mansion. I feel bad that they have to work so hard while we lounge around and live the good life. Ha Ha Ha! Sorry, that's just too funny.

Izzy doesn't know what she's talking about. I am SO ferocious. Just look at my terrifying fangs! ROOOAAARRR!

I told you I was pretty.