More to Come

Well, I'm finally off the cone. I didn't have to wear it very long and only when I was unsupervised. Actually, I milked it real good - it made Mommy feel so bad, I got some extra treats out of it. Hee hee. I was pretty good, too - running into things because I'd forget about the cone and getting frustrated when I couldn't scratch my ears. Little did they know, it actually wasn't that bad and I got used to it pretty quick. I think I had to wear one when I was younger and had eye surgery.

Speaking of being younger, I know that I haven't talked much about my past. You see, a lot of things have happened to me to bring me to this point in my life. Some of them are happy memories but some are sad and discouraging. But I'd like to share it with all of you so that you can see what made me what I am today. Well, what I am today is a pasha but what I'm trying to say is that to know the real me is to love me .... even more! Stay tuned...

Just Don't

Don't. Even. Ask.
Not one word.

Lickety Lick

Mommy and Daddy are making me go to the vet tomorrow just because I like to lick the same area of my leg for minutes on end and it's getting raw. What's the big deal? I told you alls I was a cat and liked to bathe myself all day. So I happen to concentrate on one spot for half hour at a time or so. I can't help it that it gets a little irritated from all the licking. Maybe I have OCD. Or maybe I'm just too kitty-like. Whatever it is, I'm telling all of yous right now I ain't wearing no cone around my neck. No sir!

Oh, and I've been told I'd better poop before then so they can take it in and everyone can inspect though God knows why. I guess when you're the pasha, people are truly interested in everything about you.

Thankful

I am so lucky. While all the dogs and cats of New Orleans are desperately trying to stay alive, I get to be spoiled by my mommy and daddy. They keep me dry and fed and love me more than anyone else has ever done. No one has ever really taken much time for me. Granted it was hard to be the center of attention when I was at various foster homes with generous people who were just trying to care for all the animals there. But at my new home, I get to be the star attraction everyday. I think of all the animals in New Orleans struggling, drowning, getting beaten up or attacked, starving, dehydrating, and suffering from the heat while at the same time I get to be in the air conditioning, fed twice a day, play with countless toys, and be pet and just be cared for and acknowledged and it breaks my heart that others are suffering. I am counting my blessings today and even made a contribution to the Humane Society to try to help some of my friends down south. May God look over them and take pity on them.