My Mortal Enemy

You would not think someone so young could have a mortal enemy but I do.

This is my mortal enemy. They call it a vacuum cleaner and they say they use it to clean the rugs. I wouldn't know because they hardly ever take it out. All I know is it makes a very loud noise and sucks up anything in its path. All the big cats ran away when they took it out yesterday, but I was brave (at least I tried to be) and stayed to take on my enemy if it tried to go near my toys.

I stayed on the edge of the rug while one of them used the enemy and came dangerously close to my toys but then she saved me from having to show the enemy a thing or two because she picked up my toys for me. It's a good thing too because I think I could have taken it down. Then once the toys were safe I went with the other one into the laundry room. At least I didn't run away and hide upstairs like the others!

Underappreciated

I am totally underappreciated! I bring her a present this morning and she screams like a little girl and shows absolutely no appreciation for my hard work and generosity. I very generously gave up my cricket and lovingly placed it on top of her bare foot...AND...it wasn't even dead yet. Mostly dead, but not completely. Now, I'm pretty sure it doesn't say anywhere in Emily Post that when someone lovingly gives you a gift the appropriate response is "EW, Dudley!" and then taking a paper towel and squishing the gift beyond recognition and then throwing it away. That's the last time I give up my toy to her!

Then, later on this morning I redecorated the laundry room when I found an idle roll of paper towels. It took me all morning to drape the paper towels just right and she comes in and starts to remove all my hard work. Then she stopped and said she would leave it so the other one could see when she got home. What does a guy have to do to get some appreciation?????

The pics for today are to show how great I look on red.

It turns out the rumors about the vet last week were about me. I was happily asleep Friday afternoon when next thing I know I'm in my prison in the car. Then we're at the vet and I'm being poked and prodded and then they take my temperature. Not sure that doesn't qualify as torture. Just when I think it can't get any worse, the vet takes out a needle and POKES me with it. So that's what a shot is! Pass thank you! On a good note, while I was trying to squirm my way back into my prison to get away from the prodding, I am pretty sure I heard the words perfect and beautiful. Aso, I now officially weigh 4 lbs 9 oz.

Lazy Days Of August

Not much has been happening this week, just spending my days terrorizing Andrew and the humans and sleeping. I have a hiding spot where I sleep and they can't find me. It's fun to stay there when they call and call for me, because they get worried I am lost or got out of the house. Then when I appear they are so happy to see me I inevitably get picked up and loved. Unfortunately, she discovered my hiding spot while I was sleeping and took a picture of me in my closet. As you can see this closet is where they shove everything they don't know where else to put. It is so crowded it makes a nice coccoon for me.

There are some nasty rumors floating around that there might be an appointment with the vet scheduled for today. I am hoping it is not for me, though Andrew says it has to be me since I am the one that needs shots. Not sure what these shots are but considering my last trip to the vet, I don't think it can be good.

Busy Weekend

I am contemplating firing my ghost writer. Her priorities for the last several days have been a little skewed. I mean really, what's more important? Writing about me and keeping my blog updated? Or filling stupid orders for the store? I have heard stupid phrases like "the store pays for your food" and "the store pays for your toys", and blah, blah, blah...

A huge order arrived on Friday and I had to help them unpack it, then help pack all the packages that needed to be shipped(that took Friday night and all day Saturday), and then put the remaining inventory away. To top it all off, I guess they didn't appreciate all my help because they brought in reinforcements on Saturday in the form of their mother and god forbid she should go anywhere without the D-O-G. First thing he did was jump through my screen door that I like to climb. The good thing that came out of that was they had to replace the screen door in the kitchen and then they got a screen door for the living room door so now I have two of them.

Anyway we were all exhausted after our long weekend and here are pictures of me recuperating.

I guess I'll keep her for now cause she takes such good pictures of my favorite subject.

I'm A Giver!

As my legs get stronger, there are very few places I can't get to, despite what the humans might think about boundaries. The other night I jumped up on the counter and became Mary Beth's sous chef while she made the marinade for the chicken. I helped so much they even shared the finished product with me.

Who Me???

What??? I didn't do anything!!!

Gretel Likes Me Just a Little

Gretel is warming up to me. She let me sleep in the magic room with her yesterday. No touching, of course, but close proximity. She is not ready to admit that she might like me a little bit because the minute the camera came out to memorialize the moment she got up to walk out.