Feed me damnit!

I am so freaking hungry!!! Not only are we on a strict two feedings a day, the portions have been reduced. Is there a feline union I can file a complaint with?

Last night I was so hungry that I had to be fed or I thought I would perish. I knocked some stuff off of mom's dresser to wake them up but you know what happened? They have a new trick up their sleeve. Me and Mrs. Honey were locked out of the bedroom.

I'll get back at them somehow. I'l knock stuff around in dad's room and let him clean it up and see how he likes it. some way, somehow I will get back at them and end up getting fed!!

Vet Day

I am at my lowest point. I just got back from the vet and they hurt me. I hate going so much that I just want to die rather than go. To top everything off my dad called me a candy ass. I think candy is good, but I am pretty sure that ass is bad. Now I'm on a real diet and it sounds like life is going to suck for a while.

I thought I was being good and low keyed in the car, but I was mean mouthed for curling up and trying to hide. While we are the vets mom made fund of me for being scared, but she doesn't understand how it hurts and how I hate it. I hope never have to go again, but she will probably make me go back and get my teeth cleaned.

I better run now, I hear them coming in and I don't want to get caught complaining. I have it pretty good here, but it could be better without the vet trips.

Uh-oh!

I can't be sure, but I think I understand mom and dad saying it is nearly time to go to the vet. Every year we have to go and we get poked and probed and always end up on a diet. It sucks and I hate it. Last year I tried to disappear in the car on the way but they found me and I had to go in.

I saw the card that came in the mail and I am going to try to get it and get rid of it, but I know mom will remember. I'm fine. Why can't I just stay home?

What's wrong with me?

Last summer my sister cat and I were getting fed up to four times a day. We both knew it was too much but we weren't complaining! Eventually we got settled back to two times a day which they say is still too much but it's not really enough. I get fed around 4:30 daily. Usually I sneak a few morsels from Misses Honey. We then wait, or are supposed to wait until morning for some more, but I just can't go that long.

So in the night I get on a dresser and knock things off or I climb on top of mom and sit there until she wakes up and feeds me. I know I am eating too much but I can't help it. What is wrong with me?

Meow everyone!

Hi! I am Baby or Mr. Puppy or Pupparoon or Rooney or Roo-Roo or even Roo. I really am a good cat, but I do seem to be a little on the mean side. I have a mom who loves me and a sister who throws me around like a rag doll (I really do like it!) and a dad who pulls my tail, sings to me, takes my picture and talks to me about being mean. I also have a sister cat who is bigger than me but I still eat her food. Dad says it is because I am mean.

I don't really do much but I still manage some fun and adventure. I hope you'll tune in back here to see how I am doing!!