Mo' Cats Day

Here I am looking out the window.  Mom was chasing me around with the camera, trying to get a good picture of me and experimenting with different settings on the camera.  The Friends of the Shelter are putting out a calendar with pictures of cats who were adopted from the shelter or from foster care and my foster mom told Mom to make sure that she sent in an entry for me.  Mom didn't blog for me last night because she got really upset about something.  I don't know what.

Karen Jo:  The computer repairman had my computer for a month and it was supposed to be all fixed.  I found out last night that neither the DVD drive nor the CD-ROM drive are working.  I really don't want to take it in again, but I need those drives, or at least one of them, working.  Grrrr!

Let's get back to me.  I didn't tell you about the great poop medicine experiment.  Mom put me on three doses a day to firm up my poop all the way and it worked.  Then she cut me back to two doses, then one and everything was fine, so she took me off it completely.  Everything was great for about a week, then the pudding poop showed up again.  Now I am back on two doses per day, which keeps me making good poop.

Karen Jo:  It was worth a try.  I decided that three doses was probably too much as I started finding really hard, dry lumps.  Now you make normal poop, with just a tiny bit of pudding poop at the end.  I don't think I will try any more experiments with your medicine.  You are feeling so good now that  I don't want to mess with it.

I feel great and very frisky, but you don't play with me.

Karen Jo:  Don't give me that.  You ask me to play.  When I get down on the floor to play with you, you walk away from me and ignore all the toys I throw to you. Then when I get up, you paw at my leg to get me to stay.  When I stay, you ignore me.  You are just messing with my mind.

Herman:  Isn't this great?  I am having so much fun.