Thank the cat gods that's over. Three days locked inside, all alone. Forced to use litter trays. Simply awful.
At least there were three litter trays to chose from, although I only needed one. I found I lost my appetite through the whole ordeal actually. At first I kept coughing up hairballs and then I couldn't keep any food down. So there was quite a lot of food left over.
But I survived. And aside from leaving piles of half-digested food for Ellen to clean up, I didn't make any mess at all.
But I do hope my cat door gets fixed soon!
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A word from Chenna . . .
Welcome to my blog. Ellen thinks it will help me understand myself better. She keeps telling me my behaviour is socially unacceptable. But isn't a cat supposed to hiss, bite and scratch? Wouldn't you get grumpy if you got dragged to the vet every second month? I don't think I'm abnormal. When I'm not sleeping I stare out windows, or eat, or stalk the perimeter of the garden to make sure there are no intruders. You know, typical cat stuff. I only attack people sometimes. But read on and judge for yourself . . .
PS Ellen may rue the day she made me do this. If therapy she wants, then therapy she'll get. (Devilcat indeed!)
PS Ellen may rue the day she made me do this. If therapy she wants, then therapy she'll get. (Devilcat indeed!)
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7 comments:
I don't know whether to be impressed or disgusted. You DO behave well, but I don't think Ellen realises what a good cat you are. She doesn't deserve you.
A few days ago, I thought my family wasn't noticing or appreciating me enough, so I thought I'd leave a little (or rather large) deposit for them right in the middle of the kitchen. While they were all standing around! They didn't notice it at first, just kept walking past it, until the SMELL hit. Hehehehehehehehe!!!!!
Then you should have seen them scramble! Screams of Yiew and Yuk and Aarrgghhh echoed through the house as mostly they got as far away from my little present as they could.
In the end, Scribbly was the one left to the task of putting on the rubber gloves and disposing of the thing. I heard her say to one of the young humans, 'This is why I'm never getting a dog. Can you imagine doing this every day? It's disgusting.'
She sprayed the floor over and over with Nifty and wiped it. After that I was unceremoniously put outside, and I'm not sure I heard properly, because the sound is muffled through the glass of the back door, but I thought she added, 'If he does it again, I'm rubbing his nose in it!'
Barbarian.
Still, any attention is a good thing, right? I'm sure Ellen wouldn't leave you alone for so long if you didn't behave yourself quite so well every time.
XXX
Love from Ollie (Scribbly's feline)
Hi Ollie, it's great to meet you!
Good on you for making those humans show you the attention you deserve. A good dose of bodily fluids ALWAYS works. I've mastered the art of it. Problem is, I think I might have overdone it somewhat, as E barely bats an eyelid these days when she has to clean it up, and half the time she can't even be bothered putting on rubber gloves. She does go through a HEAP of paper towelling & disinfectant though.
He he he
Chenna, I know you are a cat because I've met you, but sometimes I think you have the soul of a dog.
(And I'm glad that other post was from Ollie, and not Scribbly! I've met her (Scribbly), and she's definitely a two-legs.)
Soul of a DOG?!?!
Whtever can you mean by that, oh matron cat?
lol. Just that whole preoccupation with leaving bodily fluids is very doglike. Most of my friends, me included, wouldn't be seen dead doing that.
In our house, they hold up the memory of the great cat Fluffy (whoever named her?) as the very model of what a cat should be. Fluffy was locked in a cupboard for three days and held on for all that time. That, my friend, is what a *cat* does!
Well, if it had have been me in that cupboard, there's no way I'd have held on. They'd have paid for such ill-treatment.
Sounds like you and that 'Fluffy' are walk-overs.
(We have a 'Fluffy' living in our driveway - stupid lazy beast.)
I'm not a walk-over at all, but I do have to say that there are more catty ways of making a protest. I'm sure you're acquainted with all of these. It's all about getting your own way, Chenna. You don't necessarily have to be obnoxious and sell your soul to the dog farm to get this. That's all.
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