My resting places

I can't help it!!! A nice, warm, newly vacated bed is just soooo nice.

I'm Back!!!

My faithful readers, I'm sure you have noticed that I haven't written in a while. I have been recovering from a terrible injustice. I was.....neutered. It was an awful experience, one that I hope I never have to repeat. My staff, they...I can't even say. It's too awful for words. But I am fully recovered and carrying on as usual. I do however have some posts to catch up on.

My Neuter!!!

Yes, the sadistic people took pictures of me at my most vulnerable moment. I will show them to you, my public, but please don't show me sympathy. I have come to terms with the whole ordeal.

I have gotten back at my people. I have become a "holy terror" as they like calling me. I have been climbing on counters, getting into things, breaking stuff and so on. It has been quiet liberating. I suggest that all you cats out there start being "brats."

Hee hee hee!!! Ain't I a stinker? But you have to admit, I do

look good on camera.

Receptionist for a day!!!

I was the receptionist Tuesday night and I helped my staff greet people and book appointments. I was such a good receptionist.











Here I am at the computer looking up client information.

This is me booking appointments for my doctors.

This is me calculating prices on the calculator.

Okay, so I lied about helping out the receptionists. I was sleeping on the job. I'm sorry!!! It's hard and tiring being me.

But honestly, this last picture is really me working on my blog. I swear.

My awesome, fantastic weekend!!!

I just got back from a busy weekend! One of my doctors took me home with her for a sleepover. It was fun!!! She has two little people living with her and a big dog. I try to play with the dog but she doesn't know how to play with a little kitten like me. I play with the little people; they're fun. We play hide and seek all the time and chase the toy. I have my very own room and it's sooo big!!! I even have a sandbox when I'm there!!! It's a lot different from home. There are different smells and different things to explore and lots of neat hiding places.

When I was smaller, I went to different people's homes every weekend. All my staff would take me home and cater to my every whim. A lot of the places had other animals that I could play with and some of them didn't. I've been every where for such a small kitten.

I have my own suitcase that I bring with me. It has all my food in it and my yucky medication. It has stickers on it. I like my suitcase.

I love going visiting. Meeting new people and new cats and dogs. Being in a new place is exciting. But nothing beats coming home to my own bed, my own sandbox, my own food dishes and my own staff. Ahhhhh...nothing beats being a clinic cat.

The Bath!!!

Okay, I know I'm a dirty little kitten. I sneak into tight spaces and play in my sandbox. I get covered in dust and dirt, but I like it. It's fun!!! And I know I don't have the best cleaning habits but what can I do about that!!! I didn't have a mommy to teach me that stuff. But to degrade me and treat me like that!!! The nerve. The people *gulp* gave me a bath today.





I was having a quiet content day, wandering around, snooping, playing with the animals that were in for surgery, when all of a sudden my nurse picked me up and put me in the tub!!! You can imagine what I thought at that moment!!! How do I get out. And I tried to get out. I didn't stop trying!!! All that wetness and the coldness. I shivered so hard I thought my little stripes were going to fall off.

I don't know how long the torture lasted but it felt like hours. Finally she lifted me out and put me on a towel and started rubbing me all over. I was still shivering but I was warming up. At last she put me down and I was able to survey the damage. Luckily nothing was missing (except my pride). One thing's for sure, I'll never let her do that to me again!!!

Cashmere

When I moved into this lovely resort, I had a big brother. His name was Cashmere. I wasn't allowed to play with him at first because I was really sick and they kept me in a small metal box. I didn't see him very much because he stayed in his comfy bed. Once I was healthy they let me meet him.

He wasn't too impressed with me at first. He didn't like me crawling all over him and biting his ears. That was okay with me; I was happy to have someone like me around. I was only allowed to play with him a couple times a day because I would also explore the hospital and the people didn't like that very much. I could fit into tight corners when I was little.

Cashmere warmed up to me after a while and would start playing with me. He taught me some things, like how to walk around the people's feet when they were busy and how to beg for food. He was an old cat and knew many things.

One day he didn't come out of his room in the morning. I looked for him around the hospital but couldn't find him. The people seemed a little sad. I heard one of them say that Cashmere had passed away. I didn't know what that meant then but I think I do now. He went to a better place, a place where there are cat beds everywhere and lots of catnip and mice. A place where cats don't go hungry and where they're all loved. I think it's called cat heaven.

I miss Cashmere. He was a good big brother and I love him very much. Hopefully one day I will see him again and we'll play together and eat side by side. Until then, I have to count myself lucky that I am in a good place and that I have a good memory of a wonderful friend.