Tigger here.  Shhhhhh, don't tell meowmie that I'm playing with her
'puter.  

My meowmie found me and Tiger early one morning in the carport.  We
was scared when this big yellow thing came out the door, and Tigger
and me ran under meowmie's truck.   I thought that big black thing
hanging under the truck would make a good bed, so I climbed up in it.
Meowmie didn't think it was a good idea for us to be up in there so
she brought out a can of tuna.  Tiger fell for it right away and came
out, but he's kinda dumb anyways.  Not me, though.  She had to almost
crawl under the truck to get me, and I hissed and scratched her good
when she grabbed me.

Meowmie didn't have any kitten food so after we finished the tuna she
gave us some of that big yellow thing's food.  I found out later that
the big yellow thing is called a dog, and his name is Boomer.  He's my
buddy now.

Meowmie loaded me and Tiger in a box with a door on it, and took us
for a ride inside the truck.  I didn't like it, and I yelled all the
way, "Lemme ouuuuuuuuuut, lemme ouuuuuuuuuuuut!".  When she stopped
the truck and took us out, she took us into this place that smelled
funny.  This big hooman  in a uniform took us out of the box, and took
us away from meowmie.  She put us on this wiggly platform, and said
they were weighing us, but I don't think so.  She took us back in to
meowmie, and did all sorts of nasty things to us.  She even stuck
sharp things (she said it was a needle) in us.  I don't care what it
was, it HURT!

I was real happy to get back in that box again and go home.  Boomer
told us when we got home to watch out 'cause probably the next time
that we went to that place they'd make us go to sleep.  And when we'd
wake up we'd be sore and feel funny.  Sure 'nuff, a coupla months
later meowmie put us back in that box and took us for a ride again.  I
was hungry 'cause she hadn't given me my breakfast yet.  When we got
there that same big hooman took us to another room and put us in a
thing called a cage.  Tiger cried for meowmie, I didn't though.  I
wasn't going to let those people see how scared I was.  Boomer was
right.  They did put us to sleep, and when I woke up my tummy was
sore, and it didn't have any fur on it.  The indignity of it all, they
SHAVED my tummy while I was asleep.

The next time meowmie tries to put me in that box I'm going to go
kicking and screaming all the way.   She's not going to fool me like
that again, no siree, not me.  I don't want to go to sleep and wake up
sore with my tummy shaved.

Gotta go now, it's time to check up on those birdies flying around
that thing that's hanging on the porch.  Meowmie says they're
hummingbirds, but I say they're purringbirds 'cause that's what they
sound like when they fly.


 

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Nan and the furkids

A wise man talks because he has something to say;
a fool talks because he has to say something.