Sometimes I just have to stop and think about this wild ride called life. Purrr …
At her husband’s insistence, my master furminates me twice a week. Purrr …
Being a cat, it’s sort of my job to pretend not to like it. But really I quite enjoy it. Mee-ow!
By the way, I think Furminator is a registered trademark of someone. Grrr!
During the Passover season, my master has some extra work taking care of another cat — my man Oofer — while his master is with her family and friends. Purrr … Continue reading
Usually when I’m taken out for a ride in my carrier, the destination is a sterile room with white walls. Then someone wearing a rubber glove sticks a finger in my poop-chute. Grrr!
Once a year, though, my owners take me for a special ride. We go where there are other animals with their owners. There’s hay on the ground and not a rubber glove in sight. Instead, a nice man dressed in a brown bag dips his fingers in some special water, then pets me gently while saying a prayer. Purrr …
I wanted to drink some of the special water, but no one would let me. Meow?
I hear the nice man is a Catholic priest of the Franciscan order. The Franciscans follow in the footsteps of a man named St. Francis, who lived 800 years ago. St. Francis loved animals like me. He is often depicted with a bird resting on his shoulder.
I too like birds. They are tasty. Mmm …
I’m tired of always being compared to Puss in Boots. Grrr! Unlike him, I’ve always been available in 3D.
My owners came home last night. I’m torn. On the one hand I crave their attention. On the other hand I love having the place to myself. Purrr.
Today is the Feast of St. Francis, the patron saint of pets. Purrr. It’s the one day every year I know my master’s husband is praying for me.
My master prays for me every day, naturally. Meow.
I’ve put on some weight recently. Purrr. My fat sack is becoming pendulous.
This day is not at all going as I planned. Grrr!
They’d better have treats where we’re going, or I’m gonna get really angry. Mee-ow!
My owners are acting a bit strange today. I hope they’re not planning to take me somewhere in that crate. Grrr!
Why does my master’s husband yell so loudly when I jump on his balls? Me-ooow! It can’t hurt that bad. I only weigh ten pounds.
My master just got a postcard in the mail reminding her that it’s time for my senior wellness exam. Senior? Who are they calling senior? Grrr …
I ate seven treats before 6:30 am today. Mee-ee-ow! I think I need to get in a program.