The Worst Thing...

The WORST thing just happened to me...

I went from looking like this,


to looking like this!


My mom decided I needed to be shaved. I must admit that I didn't like the battles we had trying to brush my hair anymore than she did, but this! Grrr...

Although, and don't tell my mom this, having short hair has given me a sense of freedom. I feel like a lot of weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I do feel cooler with my short hair, which I enjoyed until this weekend. It got cold again up here, so I'm kinda missing the extra warmth of my long hair.

I also feel like I can do anything I want now that I have short hair. I know it drives my mom crazy, which is probably a good reason why I like it so much. At night, I walk all over her, especially when she's sleeping. When I want attention, I expect it, and I don't care if she was dreaming!

I love her bed! She gets angry sometimes, because I do take up a lot of room. But it's so comfy! And I love her silk zebra striped pillows!

I've also been exploring the cabinets much more. I don't understand why my mom stores bowls and such in them. It must be a mistake, so I help her out and shove everything out of those cabinets and drawers. For some odd reason, though, she always puts everything back in...



But I do know my mom loves me. She bought me this new perch thing. It allows me to lay down and watch the gophers outside, rather than balance on the small ledge. I love it!


-london

Center of Attention

Today I would like to talk about something that bugs me a lot. And that is when my momma is not paying attention to me!

Lately, she’s been bringing work home with her. I don’t care that she is a student and that is just what is required, but she should be paying attention to ME when she gets home, not working on homework! She’s lucky enough that I let her leave me during the day as it is! But sometimes a kitten needs a little time by himself…

So, since my momma brings her work home with her, I have to do my best to avert her attention back to me. Trust me, it’s not easy…

I started learning how to divert attention when I was really young....

...and got better at it as I grew older.

Usually, if I just put my face in her way she gets the hint

But sometimes it takes more extreme physical measures.

Her papers actually aren't too uncomfortable to lay on.

And sometimes I can do two jobs at once, such as laying on top of homework AND sitting in front of the space heater!

Again, sometimes physical measure are needed to get her attention, such as her not being able use her hand...

What does this stuff say, anyway?

Ha! there's the attention I crave!

As you can see, my job has been a difficult one, and it seems that she’s not learning anything, so I have to keep doing it. Maybe one day she’ll get the message that I am the center of attention when she gets home, not this silly thing called homework!

-London

The 'Holiday Season'

This has been the (somewhat) worst and best time of my life. Apparently, this is the ‘holiday season’, which means nothing to me. Or so I thought…

My mom's Christmas Tree in Montana

My mom, understandably, wanted to spend time with her family in Texas. Quite a problem when we live in Montana. She thought that maybe I could just spend the time away from her, staying in Montana, making us both sad, or just take me with her. At the moment, however, I’m not sure which is better.

Her ‘taking me with her’, well, I can’t decide if it’s worst or better. Theoretically, she had to fly us both to Texas. I remember her momma and daddy’s home… used to be lots of fun. However… spending 6 hours on a plane or in an airport was not my idea of fun.

I really like my carrier. My mom had bought me a new one, which I now understand as one that fits into airplanes. It’s a pretty light blue case, with plenty of room for me to turn around and stand if I need to. However…

The airplane rides were not my idea of fun. On the way down there, I was fine until there was a lot of ‘turbulence’, as my mom calls it. Then, whatever food I had in my stomach, well, it did not stay in my stomach…

Then we made it to my mom’s momma and daddy’s home. I used to love it here, where the only thing I had to compete for attention for was Cabella, my uncle/mom’s momma’s dog. Well, my aunt brought her dog, Paris, home with her. Paris likes to chase me, but also likes to take control of Cabella’s time, as well as everyone else's, meaning that I did not get as much attention as I like because I had to avoid dogs the whole trip. And avoid my mom’s dressing me up in the ‘holiday spirit’…

And then she left me for a night, in order to spend some time with her friends. She was going to spend the new years in Austin with her buddies, but the guys who were going to drive us down there and let us stay with them bailed on her. Although she wasn’t too happy, she did enjoy the time at her home, and having a ‘pre-new years eve party’ Fort Worth a few days before the holiday…

Me, I spent it lounging on the kitchen table, or...

...just chilling on my mom's bed in Texarkana...

By the time I finally got used to sharing attention time with the other pets, it was time for my mom and I to go back to Montana. My mom’s momma was nice enough to drive us to a hotel the night before our extremely early flight, where my mom had to sneak me in, because the hotel did not like house pets. And this was after we got lost in the airport. Based on what my mom and my mom’s momma were complaining about, the GPS needs to update how to get to hotels in the DFW airport… after circling many times, they finally turned off the automatic GPS and followed the signs. I was fine, because I was just chillin’ in the backseat…

I was also a little obsessed with the mirror in the hotel room...

On the flight back, extremely early in the morning, I was fine, except I do not believe my mom let me pee and poop before take off. Needless to say, by the time we made it back to Montana, we both needed a bath. And I HATE baths…

Now I’m happily back home in Montana. I did miss it. After my bath, my mom cuddled me, trying to keep me warm. I must admit, though, that I kept shivering long after I was warm in order to stay under my mom’s quilt with her. And then, that night, my mom let me take up most of the bed. I was very happy.

Anyway, I think my mom and I are both very happy to be home in Montana. I know my mom enjoyed being back with her family (and friends) for the break, especially since she knows this is the last time she’ll be able to take that much time off again. She keeps saying she’s going to get me a brother or sister in the form of a dog, but knows I need too much attention before I need a dog brother and sister. We’ll see what happens in the next few months…

Me, I’m going to enjoy being an only child, and chill in my mom’s lap and under her covers while I can.

Hope everyone else had an awesome holiday season. Happy holidays, and have a great new year!

-London