sniffle> Greetings my league of loyal fans. I am sorry to have been away for so long, but I have been under the weather. <Ahhh-chooo!> Yes, it would appear that my immune system was not up to par, for I caught a feline cold. My mama whisked me off to that vet place (I will spare you the atrocities that I had to endure there) and the out come is that I am forced to drink this nasty white liquid called Clavamox. I checked my PDR (Physician’s Desk Reference) and found that the vet did proscribe the correct medicine for my illness. You can’t be careful these days, you know.
I’m sure you are all wondering how I caught this cold. Well, believe me, I did not go looking for it. Instead, it came looking for me. The big orange creature that also lives in my house was so kind as to share his germs. Wasn’t that just thoughtful of him? He is such a boorish brute…sneezing all over the water bowls and in my face, too! Such an uncouth cat, Actually, I have fared much better, since I don’t need eye drops, but that is another tale. <aaahhh-CHOO!>
Now I must apologize that I haven’t spoken of the ORANGE rat before, but be prepared for edification now.
THE ORANGE RAT
This is the orange rat’s publicity photo..
I was much more photogenic.
And absolutely adorable, too.
As you know, my kittenhood home is precious to me. It is a place of safety and warmth, with treats and praises showered on me as is fitting a fine Tuxedo Cat Extraordinaire. After spending several months at my kittenhood home, my mama hauled me away to another abode, not as warm and comfy, nor very big for that matter. It was in some far away place called College Station where creatures called “Aggies” live. My mama appears to be one of these “Aggies”…
Anyway, back to MY problem that started not soon after my arrival in Aggieland. There were phone calls, text messages and photos jamming the airwaves between my kittenhood home and my Aggieland home. The topic of conversation was not me, (I know, shocking, isn’t it?) but this orange rat thing. I soon became nauseated with the barrage of photos…
“Oh isn’t he just sooooo cute!” “Oh he is soooo adorable”
UGH! And they had the nerve to give him my toys to play with!
Little orange creighton sleeping on my bed with MY feather toy..grrrrrrr
The little ding a ling must think he’s Alexander Graham Bell…
I think you all get the picture.
Back to ME…I was just getting used to my new surroundings when suddenly I was awaken at the crack of dawn and rudely thrown in my crate, and tossed into the big rolling thing loaded with detritus and bags of debris. I spent the entire three hours of torture making my opinion known to the perpetrator of this atrocity, my mama. I didn’t even get any kitty treats to ease my discomfort!
We arrived at my old kittenhood home, where I was warmly welcomed and presented with a new jingle bell collar. My old big furry friend, Misty was very happy to see me.
It was then that I saw IT…the little orange…rat like thing…and it was wearing a jingle bell collar as well.
Just look at that face…..not as handsome as mine.
They called it Nugget but I renamed it Thugget. It had the audacity to hiss at me, even chased me a couple of times. ME, Sir Kitty! I couldn’t believe my whiskers. One of my own kind, too. Sad to say, but I stooped to the creature’s low level and returned a few hisses of my own.
Lounging on MY bed. I know, it’s disgusting…
I ventured into my old room, only to find that the little thug had taken over my bed AND my big crate. Thank goodness my mama was there to make sure I could at least have a place to repose. (Even if it was at the foot of the bed, since the little brat was up on the pillows.) I spent the afternoon looking out my favorite window and avoiding the little freakish fiend. My mom and the rest of the humans departed, but not before leaving me locked in my room with the frightful furball enclosed in my big crate. The humans arrived back with a big green thing they called a tree. I found it very interesting, as did Misty and the dreadful little devil. Such was my “Christmas Vacation” to be spent with an orange barbarian.