Sunday, April 22, 2018

sigh

Mom's not helping me blog much. And now she's started this hundred day art project thing. She said to tell you her stuff is at   https://www.instagram.com/robynharton/ so I'm telling you.

I think I'll just sleep through this hundred day thing. Wake me up when it's done. And for meals. Can't miss meals.


Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Ha!

Mom has the sighattica and can't sleep so I get to blog. Go sighattica! I mean, sorry Mom.

I had to go to the stabby place (I like that name, Max) yesterday.  I fought off those two people who were trying to murder me I'm still here to tell the tale even though they tried to smother me with a towel and tear my legs off. I even peed on them and the table.


BUT THEY STILL DID NOT GET A TEMPERATURE ON ME. NO STICKING THINGS UP THE BOOTS' BUM!!!!

They never have gotten one, and if I have anything to meow about it, they never will.

The pee on the table got looked at, and it showed I had some funny bacterias (that aren't usually on tables) and a 'lil bit of blood. So I got stabbed! Twice! One for inflammation and one for bacterias.

As if that wasn't enough stabbing, I had to get my rabies and distemper stabs.  Well, I had some temper about that, let me tell you.

After I finally made it home, I pooped three times in a row to make Mom have to come cover it up so she won't die of the stink. Then tonight I gave her my liquid poops. Twice. She about barfed in the litter box. Score!

The moral of the story is don't take Boots to the stabby place. Ever.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

No photos, please.

The route of the mancat's patrol must not be recorded, for the safety of the House.
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And stop following me around with that thing.