It's Like One Thousand Paper Cuts Soaked in Vinegar...

 It has been quite some time since my last post, my apologies.

My people just don't understand that I MUST, and I repeat, I MUST, taste everything. After all, how can you truly experience something if you don't know what it tastes like? Food, water, fur, couch cushions, hands, faces, drawstrings, synthetic rug fibers, hair; each with its own irresistable flavor. What really irks me is when my people tell me to, "Stop licking. Stop biting. Blah, blah, blah." You don't see me telling them what to do, although I should be the boss of the household.

Recently, life has just become unbearable. I have a deep-seated hatred for my people this week. They will not leave me alone, and all I want to do is sit by myself and stare at the wall. What don't they get about that? STOP picking me up, STOP petting me, STOP talking to me like I'm a baby, STOP holding me by my armpits so you can see my toes flare! How hard is it to leave me alone?! I wish I had one of those musical devices my people own (I'm not sure the name of it but it says "iPod" on it) so I could turn on some  The Spill Canvas, Dashboard Confessional, or Taking Back Sunday. Their music just fits perfectly with my mood this week.

Title compliments of  The Spill Canvas

Home Away from Home

This has been an AWFUL weekend! First, Christa snatched me from the gateway and took me to some hell hole that reeked of paint fumes and two other cats that kept nosing around the door. David was there too, but he wouldn't pay me any attention. I was furious! After a few hours, Christa came back and once again made me get in the car and drove me to some place far, far away.

Thank goodness I've been to this place before, and I don't mind being there. Yesterday, I found a new room to explore! it had this big square thing full of air (so much fun to run across) and i just kept making laps around the room over the thing. I was walking on air! Pretty cool, huh? Anyway, this room also had a big cup thing full of tall grass, and the grass tasted pretty good. Christa wasn't too happy when she found me gnawing on a piece, but I do what I want! She thinks she can tell me what to do, ha ha ha, i think not!

There is another cat that lives at this place, too. I try to play with her, but she is pretty old and boring. I hate old cats. They just don't know how to have a good time...I mean, how do they think laying on a couch, staring at a wall is fun?!

Well, I'm not sure how long I will be staying at this place, but I won't complain! It has a lot more interesting rooms to explore compared to the gateway. Hint, hint: get a new apartment Caitlin, Joyce, Cosi, and Christa!!!!!!!

It's My Way or the Highway

Yesterday, I had a crazy sneezing fit. I was running around driving Christa crazy in the morning as usual and I must have inhaled something on one of my laps around the apartment (most likely a dust bunny). I sat on my big blue chair and sneezed for about 10 minutes! I'm not sure what i inhaled, but I sure don't want to do that ever again!

This morning, I woke up and my belly hurt again....I used the litterbox, but Christa and Caitlin were disappointed in the result. They say I have "diarrhea" (whatever that is....). After I did my business, Christa gave me some nasty yellow stuff to swallow...it wasn't horrible, but not somethign I enjoyed. I wonder what its supposed to do? Maybe, it will give me more energy! Afterall, I could definitely use more. I only get in about two workouts in a day.

Tonight, Caitlin and Christa kept trying to get me to "pass the ball back." I know what they want me to do, but I do what I want. I refuse to participate in this activity because I hate being told what to do. It's my life, they just live in it.