Not Feeling Great

Yesterday I got another yellow feetsied bird, even younger than the last one. I found it when it was injured and I was just having fun with it, but Linus found me and Mum took it away and said it should be euphamised, so she put it in a box to take with her to the dreaded place where she goes every day. But then later she brought the bird out of the box and left it on a stump for the 'circle to continue' or something.

Later, I wasn't feeling well. I sat by my water bowl but didn't drink or eat. I didn't even want to chase things, be petted or held. Mum and Linus and Will were worried about me and said that if I didn't perk up Mum would take me to Doctor B in the morning. I slept in my bag at the end of Mum's bed all night, and in the morning I felt back to my usual troublesome self enough to bite Mum's nose at breakfast time.

What a weekend!

This weekend I have accomplished a great deal in a short amount of time. Late Saturday night, I broke through their poor attempt at a kitty proof door and had fabulous adventures in the night. I was gone so long I even missed breakfast, which made mum worry about me. When I came home in the afternoon I got a bunch of food and then I couldn't stop cuddling and sleeping with mum.. she is just so comfy, and nobody else will do. I also got my revolution dose, played in the grocery bags, bit mum's ankle, chin and knee, vomited up some hair and pieces of a stick that had tasted better on the way down, chased my tail in a laundry basket, trashed a big pile of tissue paper and spread it all over the room, chewed a hair elastic and some bags, slept on mum's back, punched an apple slice out of her hand, ate scraps from the sink, stretched out all the way across a chair, peed in the bathtub, and chased a chipmunk all over the house. Flickr has spilled the entire contents of Will's filing cabinet, chewed loudly on a spoon and various electrical cords, fell epicly off the bed, slept in Will's arms every night, got lost in a brown paper bag, and hit her face really hard on a chair while doing agility in the living room. This is going to be a great week.

Sleepy Photos

Some sleepy photos from Will's clicker machine archives from May and June. 

The point is, Mum is the best bed there is. 

Bum Meets Mum's Bum

Today mum took a Tumblr Time Out which means when I walk into her room and meow really  loud, I get to cuddle with her on the floor until she has to get back to work. This time she let me sleep on her bum. I also brought in a rabbit for Linus, but he put it back outside and it ran away, and I'd thought it was dead!


Will took this with his mini clicker machine.

While mum was away at work I did my best work on a walgreens bag that someone had left around - I call this the doily rip. Now I'm all settled into my favorite bag for the night.

Sharing is hard..

Today Flickr sat in my chair, so I sat in her face. Once I fell asleep she started licking my fur in that ticklie spot on my back, so I licked her back and she bit me and I hit her and she hit me and then we both had to take a bath. After that, neither of us wanted to leave the chair so we curled up in opposite corners.. before mum went to bed we had uncurled into extreme comfort. Her back made a great footrest, so I guess she's pretty okay.

Sunday Adventures

Today I chased Flickr, chewed toilet paper, demanded food, fell asleep on mum's face, got ten ticks from my face removed and went to bed in my favorite bag. Good day.

Look what I got!

Today I got to play outside all day and within the first two minutes if being out, I got a tick in my fur - that's a new record, I think! I've been working on my hunting time too, today I got a first year sparrow and then a chipmunk within 3 hours of each other! The bird was going to be a GREAT lunch until Will spotted me plucking it. I ran away from mum because she was trying to take it from me.. but she distracted me by throwing a rock in the bushes nearby and then took it from me and put me in an indoor time out. I escaped pretty quickly, so I tracked down a chipmunk and was just bringing it in when I was spotted again. This time mum picked me up by my neck, but I kept holding the chipmunk and then realized it wasn't really dead yet! We had a mid air duel with mum trying to keep us apart and not get scratched. It was an epic battle but in the end mum won and the chipmunk hopped away. Here are some photos of my first would - be lunch that mum's clicker machine took. I've never seen such yellow feetsy bottoms on a bird.

Conqueror of High Places

UPDATE: Flickr's eye is back to normal, which means I must have scratched it to cause the pink around the edges. She started it..

Today I made it my mission to get up into the ceiling of the downstairs room. First I tried from the top of the fridge, making sure to knock down most of the boxes on it with my tail. I was so excited! Then I climbed onto a stack of speakers with a keyboard on top and meowed for a while. The keyboard was sticking out over the edge of the stack, so I stepped out onto it to get closer to some hanging mats. Poise has never been my strong point but as the keyboard fell to the floor with me on it I looked pretty cool. At the last moment I leaped gracefully onto the swinging mats and then slipped and fell down. Must try again tomorrow.

Fun in the bathroom

This is what I look like when I demand water from the sink. Sometimes Flickr muscles in too and we drink together, although there's not much room for both of us in there. 

 nyum nyum nyum

Flickr plays with the furbrushes and round thingies on the counter and likes to push them off the edge. 

I might have played with Flickr a little too hard yesterday and scratched her left eye, cause it's all pink and she holds it half closed. Mum said she'd keep checking on it to see if it was inflammation or infection. Oopsie..

Today I ate..

Today I ate a panty-liner packet, some toilet paper, mum's neck, an ant, and a piece of my own tail. Good day.

ACHOO

Today mum picked me up and snuggled me up to her face and I purred for a little while and then..

= PSNNFT! =

I sneezed right in her face. Apparently it was a wet one because she dropped me and stuck her head in the sink. Oopsie.

Grocery Day

Today is grocery day! Mum came home with a bunch of great smelling foodies all in a big bag. The bag was the best of all: it had room for Flickr and I to be in it at once, it was fun to bite and you could chase your tail in it. We also had fun out of the bag sniffing the counters and I'm pretty sure I smelled pie..

Mmm.. Pizza

Today Mum microwaved a slice of leftover pizza and I begged her for some but she wouldn't give me any! So I climbed up on her shoulder and bit her neck on both sides, but her eye found some of those tiny ticks on my face so she took me to the bathroom and gently removed about 15 from my nose, eyes and ears. When she was finished with me, she gave Flickr the same treatment, although she didn't have any, being such a pussycat. I snuck back to the food room and found that slice of pizza, still warm. It was hard on the bottom and slid nicely across the counter when I licked it, so I nibbled and licked until it was jammed up against the toaster. I heard mum coming so I scurried under a chair and hid cause I hate how she scolds me when I'm up on the counters. She found the pizza on the other side of the counter from the plate and scolded me anyway. Darnit.

GET THE CHIPMUNK

Today I brought Linus a wonderful chipmunk for his birthday. He didn't find it until tonight when it ran into his room and started chirping. Then Flickr and I remembered that we could start chasing it again! Linus had gloves on trying to catch it - man is he useless. He called in Mum for backup and the four of us had a wonderful time chasing it around for 20 minutes! I tried to herd it into mum and Linus because it made them jump when it scattered over their feet. The chipmunk knew all the best evasive techniques and Flickr 'butterpaws' didn't know what to do when it ran under her and burrowed into her fur. She tried to turn herself inside out to get it! Eventually the two legs were successful and carried it out into the night.