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Did you ever notice how Mami's seem to know something is wrong even when you can't tell her?
We woke up Friday and I couldn't move. Well, I could raise my head, but I just couldn't seem to move the lower half of my body.
Well, Mami freaked out right away. She took me to the vet and the vet told her I had a back sprain. It was probably from jumping off the bed. The visit started out fine. The tech talked really nice to me, but then I was ...... violated. It was awful! They kept saying it was necessary, but why???? Couldn't they just feel my forehead to tell if I had a fever? Mami finally took me home. I'm not going back there again if I can help it!
But I guess being sick wasn't all bad, since Mami gave me tons of attention this weekend. She carried me everywhere, lifted me on and off the couch and gave me some peanut butter that tasted a bit bitter in the middle. I think she may have slipped me a woofie. It's the new dog date drug; I know I was feeling loopy after I ate the PB.
Anyway, I feel much better now, but Mami has me stuck in the kennel today. I guess she's trying to prevent me from hurting myself jumping on and off the bed, but all she had to do is lower the bed! Mami makes everything so hard, it's a wonder she can understand anything about me at all!
Sam I Am
I'm a Big Dog Now!
I am now able to jump up on the sofa!! Whee! No one told me it would be so much fun. Now I don't have to wait for Mami to pick me up and place me on her lap.
I control my destiny! Yes!
Sam I Am pretends it doesn't matter, but it does! Now he can't look down on me from the lofty perch of the armrest.
Next hurdle----the bed!
~Bitsy
Just call me Scrappy!
Mami was pretty ticked off at Bitsy and me this morning. We go through our routine every morning: potty, play, lick Mami's feet after her shower, beg for breakfast, then off to the bathroom. Mami says the kennel is too small for Bitsy and me, so she puts us in the bathroom during the day.
But Bitsy and I had another plan this morning. We planned all night and finally decided that after breakfast, we would keep on playing and not let Mami go to work. She works too much anyway!
While I hid under the bed, Bitsy went to the other side of the house and hid under the treadmill. Mami would put me in the bathroom, then go after Bitsy; then I would get out of the bathroom while she chased Bitsy. Then Bitsy would get loose, and I'd let her catch me. It was so much fun! Mami was saying words she really ought not say around small children.
But turns our Mami is trickier than we thought. Who would have thought those treats were just a ploy to get us close so she could snatch us up?
Anyway, Bitsy and I are back in the bathroom. Maybe if we lick her face extra hard when she comes home she will forgive us! Maybe even give us another treat?!
Oh, well, Bitsy and I will have to come up with something else next week.
~Sam I Am
Sam I Am Here
I just noticed that my pic was up next to that appalling story from my sister, Bitsy, and feel I must comment.
I would like to explain to everyone out there that I was in no way associated with these atrocious acts of war. Alley cats are a formidible enemy with whom I do battle with every day. However, I draw the line at Kitten Torture.
I formally condemn these acts and have repriminded Bitsy. Furthermore, if she continues on in such a manner toward any kitten, foreign(Persian) or domestic(tabby), I have informed her that she will be severely reprimanded and toys will not be shared.
I apologize for having subjected this gentle audience to this vidid description of such a vile and despicable act.
~Sam I Am
~Bitsy-1, Kitten-0
I just have to tell you about my Saturday. I was able to conquer a cat! OK, well, 2 week old kitten, but still. It had claws, milk teeth, a ferocious meow and everything you would find on a mountain lion.
Anyway, it all started when we went over to my Aunt Tina's house. She found the kitten under the house after it's mommy had been hit by a car. So, she took it in. Mistake #1. Then she fed it. Mistake #2! Then she bought it a cat bed. Mistake #3!
Well, I wasn't going to stand for it. I walked over to that lion-in-training and smacked it on its head as a "Welcome to my World" kind of greeting. I must have hit it pretty hard (I don't always know my own strength) because Mami and Aunt Tina started telling me "No!"
I didn't want to start any Hatfield and McCoys feuds, so I walked away.
But that kitten kept crying, so I finally went over and gave it something to cry about. I shoved it out of it's bed.
Victory is mine! ~Bitsy
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