Today

Today I will be mostly sleeping on the nubbles.

Bugger

Catdiseases.com came up with the goodies - assma. Don't exactly know what it is but apparently if I threw up on the duvet and gasped a lot then I could have assma. Easy! I did have to skip breakfast and you don't know how hard that is but when love calls you gotta make sacrifices.
And I thought it had worked.
The humans got worried and the pink cat carrier came out. The chubster skidaddled - the little fella really don't like it - and I could see Fraulein Schwarz already. Soon I would be at the Dick Vet with my fan club. No chubster to pounce on me when I'm trying to get some shut-eye, no woman picking the scabs off my head and loads of people to come around and tell me how great I am and I could sit on meine Fraulein's lap as she called me Indy Boy. Oh I love it when she calls me Indy Boy.
Then it went wrong. The male simply picked up the carrier and took me to the nearby vet. No Dick Vet for me. Just some old fella with one of them cold things that they love to stick where the fur don't grow so plush. Brrr I hate that. Then another needle in the back of the neck and I'm sent back here to the chubster and his weird forward-pointing tail. There ain't no justice.

Iz limpin'

Am savin' mah energy for mah next big disease. Reckon I prob'ly need a big disease to get back to the vet school and the cute German vet who runs mah fan club. Went out tonight anyway, lookin' for Hitler Cat. Found him. Beat him up some, but he's a mean ole boy, is Hitler. Got a bit of a clobberin'. Things is different here from at the vet school. Vet school; I'da been fussed over by Anita an' Kerry. Here, I gets mah split paw dunked in a bowla water.



Iz bit sore. Iz limpin'.

Iz also kinda hungry.

I'm in love with a German film star

I miss my fan club. Ain't no one around here to talk in a German accent to me. The humans do their best by calling me "Indy boy" but it's just not the same and the chubster just meeps all day. I'm off to look at catdiseases.com to see what I can get next. Gotta get back to the Dick Vet.

Faster than a speeding bullet

I think I must be adopted because my mother can fly and I have superpowers too. I mean I can summon Mr Woman from anywhere on the planet and all the other cats around here are in awe of me because they all say I'm "special."

Exercising self-restraint

Mr Man keeps making me watch this video and "take notes."

Aw nuts!

One of these days I'm going to shove that camera somewhere that even a flash won't shine.

Just call me Mr Love

Stubbs

This is Stubbs. He's WEIRD!!!!1! He sits on my window sometimes but he doesn't have any friends. Except Scamp. He follows Scamp everywhere and yowls at anyone who comes close. And his eyes point in different directions. Mr Indy calls him "chubbs." Well, ok, I know Mr Indy can't speak but he mimes well. Sometimes he gets me and Stubbs' name confused and calls me "chubbs" as well but that's probably because he's not as in, ingelli, as smart as me.

Now what?

There's something strange in the little water world. Not exactly sure what to make of it but it sure has big fins.

Strange around here

You know, when you've been around the block a few times like I have then you've seen a few things. But I ain't never seen a brutha as weird as the little chubster. He's got the attention span of a flea and a mother complex you could float an aircraft carrier on and now he's obsessed with bugs. That and the cute little tortie down the road. Cute but seriously confused.

Anyway, I'm told that catblogging requires me to post a photo so here's one of my profile. Rather fetching if I say so myself.

My favourite!

I love my crikkitz! Every day when Mr Man feeds Rodney I rush up to him and remind him of how I saved Rodney from his flying accident and then Mr Woman says "go on, let him have a crikkit!" And Mr Man always does! Mr Man always does what Mr Woman tells him to. So then I get to chase and pounce and eat! Crikkitz are great fun! They're nearly as good as stix.

Lissen to me

My chubby lil buddy's been goin on about this blogging lark. Sez it's the best way to get food from the humans and he should know. That cat ain't starvin, if you catch my drift. Not like me. I need food. Gotta get mah biskits n meat. When you've been shaved in the unmentionables you get a mite chilly at nights and I needs me some central heatin.

Hang on, the chubster's squeakin down there again. Apparently I gotta tell the reader what's going down. Someone reads this? I wonder if they'll feed me if I look up hopefully at em. I'll try the silent approach, that usually works.

Warm and cozy

Here in my bag, I'm warm and cozy.

He's back!

Mr Indy came back home yesterday after spending ages seeing Dick the Vet and eating lots of Rock Pie. He hasn't said much about it but it must have been a wild holiday because he's had his hair shaved funny, like an Indyan with a Mohican and seems to have had piercings done.

Hopefully now he'll start sharing his food with me again so that Mr Woman can't feed me those horrible "low fat" nibbles. Yuck.