I vet you can't guess how NOT fun it was

So Mom did the unthinkable Saturday: She took us to the vet.
The torment of the vet is twofold. Not only is there the absolute terror of being at the vet, but there's the car ride to and from.
So on the way there I did my usual total misery scream the whole time. Mom had Mega and me in the same cage. She thinks it will make us happy to be together. It doesn't.

It yoosully makes me feel better but this time I made some sad cries on the way. On the way back I just looked at Mom thru the cage cracks.

So we get there and it smells all funny. We go in a room and Mom lets us out. "Sweet!" I think. I'm wrong.
A lady comes in and is all petting us and stuff. Then she takes me out of the room and makes me stand on something and expects me to stay there. Dummy. I guess it was a scale: I'm 12 pounds.

I thought the lady was alrite. It was a neet room. I 'splored and just chilld. I'm 13 pounds.

So then ANOTHER lady comes in and by this point I've been shaking and crying the whole time and Mom keeps petting me but that doesn't really make me feel better--she's the one who brought us here.

The other lady poked her fingers all in me and stuff and told Mom I need to lose some wate. Pssht. We'll see about that.

The lady poked me too. Then she totally embarrased me by telling Mom I have a big bowel movement coming. Who says that?! Then she gave me a shot in my hip area, but I couldn't even feel it. Then she left me alone but I was still super scared.

The first lady came back and took me out of the room and then some guy did unspeakable things to me. Mom had told the ladies I was deprezed sometimes--its troo. So I didnt get the shot I got the violatshun insted. The guy put a needle in my place where I stor my yello likwid. Then he poked a needle in my neck and took some red stuff. I was not so happy by the time I got back in the room with Mom. She showed me the cage and I was happy to go back in.

Finally we left and I cried all the way home. It was great to be home though. But for the rest of the day I felt all achey and tired. I slept in my cat bed and didn't eat much. I'm better today though.
I did hear the lady say I needed my teeth cleaned and then she proceded to mention anesthesia and stuff. I hope Mom doesn't take me back for that. That would suck.


Jazpurr & Meg

Baby It's Cold Outside

I'm getting ready for some snowcat building.

What the?

Mom came home one night with a see through box that had something moving in it. Mom said the thing was called "Parker" and belongs to Aunt Missy.

It smells interesting and seems to think I smell interesting.

Its weerd. It looks like food but cant be cuz Mom acks like its a frend.

Parker spends all day making nests and chewing on cardboard. He likes the sunflower seeds Mom gives him. I keep an eye on him to make sure he's not making trouble.

Im reely not that into him. Hes kinda borring.Mom says he won't be here much longer. Aunt Missy is supposed to come take him back soon. Not sure why we borrowed him to begin with.

--Jazpurr & Meg

I'll be seeing you

Mom told us last week that our best dog friend died Dec. 20.

I know what you're thinking. Dog? Friend? Oxymoron, right? Well that's the thing. When I came home with Mom when I was four weeks old, the first dog I ever met was Simba. I was too young and naive to be afraid of him and he gave me no reason to be. So I grew up knowing dogs were friends and not the bullies you see on TV. When Meg came to live with the dogs, I taught her the same. Now she has a super bond with the remaining dog in Mom's parents' house, Lizzy.

Simba was 14. He sure did make the most of those years. He was the smartest dog I've ever met. He could sneeze on command, which, let me tell you, is really annoying if you're standing near by.

As a Sheltie-mix, Simba was good at herding. He often would try to herd the birds in the sky. That didn't work too well.

Mom found out in the fall Simba had a tumor on his heart. He was acting ill and Mom didn't think he would last long. He proved everyone wrong, though. He hung on for months just to make it easier on his family.

Here he is with the also dearly departed Ginger.

--Jazpurr

Dont lissen. He washes yer brane.

I dont kare wat you think. Iggie is a jerk.

He comes walking into my hous and aks like he owns it, despit the
o-k-a-shunal slap in the face by me.

From the first he started hanging arowd here, I was on hiss patrol. I hissed at that son of a bichon until I was a horse. Id hid under the bed then run out and hiss at him. It didnt werk tho.

Mom and Ryan just kep loving him and negleging me. I was hert both becuz he took my home and cuz he took my Mom away.

I don't want to agree with Meg, but Iggie did get kind of mean toward the end.

I thought he was the coolest cat on earth. He was just so suave and confident. All I wanted was his attention. Then he started chasing me. I don't like to be chased.

Mom says he went to live with her dad and we'll never see him again. That's probably for the best.

Pssshhht! The best! It's fer the ossumnesst! Good riggins, Iggie jerkface.

--Jazpurr and Meg

Hi, I'm Iggy. You'll find that I'm awesome.

What's up kitties of the world. The name's Igor Wolfgang VonFrankenstein, but the hip cats call me Iggy.

I wanted to introduce myself now that I've been hanging round the Hideabed for a while now.

To give you the DL on how I ended up "befriending" Meg and Jazpurr, I'll tell you about myself.

I was raised with a family in a house and such but was recently abandoned and wandered over to the Hideabed where I met Ryan and Rachel.

I wooed them super quick with my mad flirting skills and before they knew it I'd walked in their front door and made myself at home.

I've got a couple families on the hook this way, but Ryan and Rachel's place is the best cuz they've got the nip--they have it in pillow and leaf form. Awesome.

Those people also have cats of their own. I didn't get off on the best foot with either of them--Jazpurr was offended by my uninvited entrance and Meg, well, she hates ever cat that isn't her brother.

Jazpurr warmed up to me but not before I beat his ass one night in the apartment. Meg still hates me but I put her hissy face in its place the other night and now I rule this joint.

Despite by tough dominance in the kitty kingdom both in this apartment and out on the streets, I've got the people folk under my paw pad. All I've got to do is roll around, purr, let them pick me up and sleep and they think I'm all that.

Take my advice, stray kitties out there, be nice to the people and they'll give you whatever you want, suckers.

--Iggy

Just a reminder

Dont shoot me! Im only pertending to be a terkee.