The Cat Post Intelligencer

It is hard to be a puffy cat in a house full of Meezers.  Ichiro jumps on me just because he can sometimes.  Momma is very proud of me when she sees me sit on my back legs and puff up and swat him!  I am glad that she is not mad that I have to do that sometimes. He is a little poop.

The other day he kept patting me on the head with his paw.  I did not want to play. I look at him and then I turned and yawned.   I do not know if he got the message.

He is a piggy too.   Cheysuli used to be like that.  Now Momma has to put him in a room so I can eat.  I do like the new foods she is getting.  It is good.  I hope she keeps it up.

Well, I have to have a bath.  My furs are a bit messed up.  After all I had that drippy eye. Probably because I was working so hard to take care of Cheysuli.

I am getting more rested now.

Momma got some Feliway and puts it on my chair so I don’t claw as much.  She also got a flower remedy for Cheysuli and Ichiro (and me maybe too).  We will see.  You just spray it in the air around us or she can spray it on her hands and pet us with it.   I do not know about this.

Cheysuli sat on Momma’s lap after she came back from the animal communicator and then Ichiro slept at her feets.  I don’t think Chey liked that a whole lot but she seems like she is getting more relaxed.  I hope so.  I do not like it when she gets mad and whaps me.

Okay, well so far Cheysuli has eaten some fishy flakes. But she started burping them up and wouldn’t eat any of the good stuff Momma fixed for her so she had to be force fed again.  Momma was so sad about that–but she took her food better!

At any rate, she seems a bit happier today.   That makes me happy.  I have high hopes that she’ll be able to swat the kitten.

She had to go back and get blood drawn at the vet today.   They are perplexed. Of course, without a fever there is a good chance that something really bad could show up.   Momma was supposed to hear from the vet this evening but they did not call.  She hopes that no news is good news, but will call them tomorrow if no one calls first thing.

At any rate, getting Chey to eat was huge.   I hope that I never have to do that.   Force feeding is stressful.    Cheysuli is kind of fat so the vet said it was particularly important for her because fat cats get fatty liver faster than not so fat cats.   I guess fat cats loose their fat faster.  I am glad that I am just a floof!  Maybe Momma won’t have to worry so much about me not eating and I can be picky for awhile unlike Cheysuli who must eat! That will show her to be fat!

Now, maybe she can take over disciplining the kitten.

AH!!! There is a new cat!!! I am sort of worried about him, but Momma says I am being very nice.  I have hissed at him once but not since.  And really when I hissed, he was growling at me.  If he’s going to be rude, then I have a right to say something, don’t I?

I am not as hissy as Cheysuli who keeps hissing at him and making little mewling noises.

I think he is afraid of Chey.   He is less afraid of me, but does not come too close.  I think he is learning to be a polite cat.   I think that is a good thing.  Momma told me she got him to be a big brave mancat to keep me safe even when she is not there.  He does not look like much of a mancat yet, but I will trust her.

Oh and Momma wanted me to tell you (’cause ‘Kaika asked) that yes, Ichiro is after Ichiro Suzuki the ball player.  And he was very interested in the baseball bats Daddy has around so he probably lives up to his name…

I have an itchy chin.   Look at Momma looking at me while I itch my chin.   I love it when she watches me and I’ll rub and rub and rub while she watches me and scritches me all over.   AH!

Last week I was ever so upset because Momma had been gone.  I kept meowing at night and then disturbing the peoples.  Momma finally had to sit me down and say, “Gemini if you don’t stop it, we will send you away for a night.  We will send you to the vet!  You will be all alone there and there will be lots of strangers around.  If you don’t stop this, well next time we go away we will send you someplace like that so you HAVE to be friendly.  It’s not Marita’s fault that you didn’t come out.  She looked for you.”

And I thought “OH NO!  I do not want to go over night to the vet!” So I was more quiet. It is very hard to be a quiet cat but Momma keeps telling me how good I am that I try so hard when she knows it is not what I want to do.

I am so happy Momma is home.  When she got home on Sunday I came out after she had put away the nasty suitcase things and then I rubbed all over her.  I was so happy that after I went to sleep at the foot of the bed and woke up in the middle of the night I made biscuits all over her and woke her up and purred so loud I woke up the Dad.  This meant he wanted me out of the room so Momma got up to the go the bathroom and I loved on her there and purred and made more biscuits.  She filled my water dish and put it in a new spot and then I drank some water.  I turned around and the door was closed.

I cried for hours.  Really.   And when Momma came back out to hold me, she found that I was so distressed I had even pooped a little outside the door.  She felt ever so badly that I was so upset.

I hope she does not leave me again.  I get very upset so easily and I miss her so much.

Momma was taking photos and she decided to see how I looked with a very dark background, but I moved.  So she got this photo of my big toes and then my glowing eyes from the dark.  She laughed and lightened it up a bit so you could see me a little bit–but I bet you can’t see me as well as I can see you!

Momma also figured out why I had been waking so early.   I hear the baby birds!  She found me the other morning listening to the baby birds while lying on the treadmill.  She thought that was what I was doing.  She said, either that or I had had a really hard work out.   I would not work out that hard!  I might make Cheysuli do it though!

Can you hear me now?!

I talk a lot. Momma says that although Siamese are supposed to talk, I am the talker.  Cheysuli has a little squeak but I talk.  I mew.  And mew.  And mew.

This weekend I mewed in Momma’s ear just at exactly the time the alarm would have gone off. Momma said it was very nice of me to worry that she would over sleep but that they did not get up on that day.   So I went back to sleep.  I may talk, but I am polite.

I have been sitting on Momma’s desk waiting for her to write my post.   I think she has been a little bit slow.

She has been working on her photography and stuff.   She mostly uses Cheysuli as a model so I do not get as many photos. I think that is not fair.  She wants a kitty belly that she can add needles to.  I have a very pretty belly and I show it off more than Cheysuli.  But she says you can’t see my belly because of my floof.   I think my floof is pretty!

Momma should take more photos of my floof for my handsome Ping!  She is not thinking very clearly at all.

It was a very long day.  Dad got up to go to work and was gone by 8.  Then he didn’t come home until 8 that night!  That is a lot of sleeps. He had stuff to do all day.   I am glad I do not work.

At any rate that means they did not go to meet the Meezer that Momma likes.  I am not sure I want another meezer around. I like my space.

See! I am yelling at Momma that she should not get a meezer like Chey to come here!  I know that Momma thinks it will just make me calmer and less afraid but I like my life NOW.  I can’t help it everything scares me.   I just go and hide. What’s wrong with that?