Scratchings-and-Sniffings

Posted: 03 Sep 2009 07:42 AM PDT

My Mom doesn't let me talk much on this blog - and I don't really care, except that lately I've had a lot to say and she has been ignoring me. So, I'm taking over the keyboard today, and I'm going to vent.

First of all, what's up with that visit to the vet? She knows I don't like traveling in the car! That 'thing' they put me in is so small - I can turn around in it, but that's all. Luckily, Mom sits in the back with me and I can see through the top - good enough to give her a lot of deep, dark stares, and make lots of growling meows.

Ok, I got through the vet thing okay. Even though they stuck me with a needle and took blood. Doesn't she know I need my blood? Why would my Mom allow those smelly people poke me like that? (they are smelly - it's a strange smell, not like I have at home; I don't like it at all - even though it's mixed in with a lot of cats smells; boy do they have a lot of cats there!).

The reason I'm really writing today is because something is afoot here in the Wabby Wibby household. Oh, I bet they don't think I notice, but I check out the house on a daily basis and I'm not pleased with all this moving of furniture and painting (yuck!) and bringing new stuff in. New stuff doesn't smell right. I have to rub up against it 100 times to make sure it smells right.

And, while I don't speak human as well as some, I understand the words "new kitty" and "new doggie" and I am not happy about them. I'm pretty sure they mean my Mom is going to bring another pet into the house. Another cat, or another dog, or - horror of horrors! - one of each!

Now why would she do that? I'm not lonely. I have the run of things and I can hide under the living room table, or jump up on the sofa or sleep on the bed in Mom's room, and not be disturbed. I get all the loving and attention and now that the dog is gone, I don't have to protect my food. Life is good. Why go ruin it by bringing new pets into the house?

It's a mystery, the way humans think. Ok, my former best human, who moved away, has 3 cats - she brings them here sometimes - so I guess some cats like company and maybe that's why Mom thinks I might like another 'cat' friend, too. But, I have all the company I need: me, myself, and I. Oh, and Tom. He scratches behind my ears just right! (I didn't mind the dog, we got along just fine, and I did miss her. She talks to me sometimes...from her place in the master bedroom - and Mom knows it, but I can't tell Mom what she says, I don't speak human good enough for that.)

If they bring another cat or dog into this house...I'm going to make them pay. I don't know how yet, but I am thinking real hard on it.

Oh no, there goes another piece of furniture out to the curb! What IS GOING ON?