Friday, October 20, 2017
I am feeling much better. I have been eating everything in my food dish, and I even got treats last night. I am sleeping well and I haven't been bumping into things. I'm still not quite at 100 per cent but I'm much better. I even meowed at Mom this morning, but softly. My meow-er is still a little stiff and sore.
Scritches, of course, are always welcome.
Thursday, October 19, 2017
I stayed there all day. It was really weird. I stayed in my crate a lot of the time, but not all of it. I got stabbed and my leg got shaved as you can see and they took some of my blood. Then they stabbed me again, and everything got real fuzzy after that.
When I woke up I felt really dizzy and wobbly and my mouth felt funny. They took three of my teeths. The v-e-t says they were bad, rotten and ginny something. The v-e-t says I will feel better tomorrow after I catch up on my sleeps.
In the meantime, I'm so wobbly, I've been napping in the big bathroom next to Mom and she brought my litter box over so I wouldn't have to go far if I needed to use it. My foods are close by, but I'm not feeling all that hot.
I need a nice quiet nap.
Monday, October 09, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Avast ye mateys! It's Talk Like a Pirate Day, argh! Have yurself sum fun shiverin yer timbers and all that shenanigans. Don't be walkin no plank and fallin in ther water tho.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Saturday, September 02, 2017
I was debased.
I was chased.
I was caught.
I was caged.
I weigh 13.6 pounds and the v-e-t was amazed that my eyes are good and I can run and jump as well as I could when I was a kit.
I am perfect.
I am unsurprised.
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Naturally I'll never tell, but I haven't used the other litter box since Mom got the new one, so Mom is counting that as a good thing.
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Little Miss,
Happy Birthday to you!
and many, many more!
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Tuesday, August 08, 2017
Mom was at Quilted Threads this past weekend, when a lady came up to her and asked, "Excuse me, are you Millie's Mom?"
Mom has never heard that before, and it really made her smile.
It made me smile too. OK, it made me purr.
(This is Mom with our new friend Carol.)