After a terrific vacation, Mom has to go back to her day-hunting gig today. I have certainly enjoyed getting lots of attention and scritches, to say nothing of visiting the City of Angels and my western fambly.
Showing posts with label terrible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label terrible. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Terrible Tuesday
After a terrific vacation, Mom has to go back to her day-hunting gig today. I have certainly enjoyed getting lots of attention and scritches, to say nothing of visiting the City of Angels and my western fambly.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Terrible Tuesday
MOM!!!
I think something is going to have to die a toothy death.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Terrible Thursday
WELL.
Yesterday the score was
Millie: 1
Mom: 1
This morning, Mom went out. When she came back, she had this:
A bigger PTU (Prisoner Transport Unit). So big, in fact, it is for woofies! Mom thought the wire top and door and more openings on the side would induce me to go into the box more willingly.
In her mind, the score was now like this:
Millie: 1
Mom: 2
However. Do you see me in this new PTU?
Of course not!
Millie: 2
Mom: 2
But later Mom and I got into an argument. She bribed me with stinky goodness. She bribed me with treats. She chased me around the house. She moved furniture. I was NOT going into that PTU.
She begged. She pleaded.
I resisted. I howled.
She got her leather gloves.
I hissed. I scratched.
In the end, we were both worn out, and I ended up in the original PTU.
Mom was shaking.
I was panting.
Millie: 2
Mom: 3
We went for a ride in the new metal masheen. We went to the v-e-t.
Millie: 2
Mom: 4
I'm not stupid, I knew what was coming. I wasn't getting out of that box even if the door was open.
Millie: 3
Mom: 4
I was unceremoniously dumped OUT of the PTU onto a steel table.
Millie: 3
Mom: 5
A very nice, very gently lady v-e-t petted me, and told me how pretty I was. (I get a point for that.) She looked at my teeths. (I get another point for that.) She poked my tummy and I was very nice. I didn't growl or scratch or fight. (I get another point for that.). I think I got stabbed. (I deserve two points for that.) She carefully trimmed my claws, stroking me all the time. Then she picked me up, and very gently carried me into another room and put me on a scale.
Dear cats! I actually lost weight! I am a very slender, svelte 10.3 pounds! The very nice lady v-e-t said I was PERFECT! (I get another point for that.) When she was finished, Mom brought the PTU over to the table and I hopped right in! (I get another point for that.)
Millie: 10
Mom: 5
The Very Nice Lady V-e-t said she added a note to my record that I did not like getting into the PTU and that any future appointments should be considered "flexible." Dunno what that means exactly, but it didn't sound bad. Sounds like a point for ME!
Final score!
Millie: 11
Mom: 5
And beans think they are smarter than cats!
Yesterday the score was
Millie: 1
Mom: 1
This morning, Mom went out. When she came back, she had this:
A bigger PTU (Prisoner Transport Unit). So big, in fact, it is for woofies! Mom thought the wire top and door and more openings on the side would induce me to go into the box more willingly.In her mind, the score was now like this:
Millie: 1
Mom: 2
However. Do you see me in this new PTU?
Of course not!Millie: 2
Mom: 2
But later Mom and I got into an argument. She bribed me with stinky goodness. She bribed me with treats. She chased me around the house. She moved furniture. I was NOT going into that PTU.
She begged. She pleaded.
I resisted. I howled.
She got her leather gloves.
I hissed. I scratched.
In the end, we were both worn out, and I ended up in the original PTU.
Mom was shaking.
I was panting.
Millie: 2
Mom: 3
We went for a ride in the new metal masheen. We went to the v-e-t.
Millie: 2
Mom: 4
I'm not stupid, I knew what was coming. I wasn't getting out of that box even if the door was open.Millie: 3
Mom: 4
I was unceremoniously dumped OUT of the PTU onto a steel table.Millie: 3
Mom: 5
A very nice, very gently lady v-e-t petted me, and told me how pretty I was. (I get a point for that.) She looked at my teeths. (I get another point for that.) She poked my tummy and I was very nice. I didn't growl or scratch or fight. (I get another point for that.). I think I got stabbed. (I deserve two points for that.) She carefully trimmed my claws, stroking me all the time. Then she picked me up, and very gently carried me into another room and put me on a scale.
Dear cats! I actually lost weight! I am a very slender, svelte 10.3 pounds! The very nice lady v-e-t said I was PERFECT! (I get another point for that.) When she was finished, Mom brought the PTU over to the table and I hopped right in! (I get another point for that.)
Millie: 10
Mom: 5
The Very Nice Lady V-e-t said she added a note to my record that I did not like getting into the PTU and that any future appointments should be considered "flexible." Dunno what that means exactly, but it didn't sound bad. Sounds like a point for ME!
Final score!
Millie: 11
Mom: 5
And beans think they are smarter than cats!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Terrible Tuesday
Hi everybody, Millie's Mom, Lynne, here. We had a big bad thunderstorm here yesterday, just about 5:00 PM local time. At work, 10 miles away, I was told to wait, as there was a big storm coming through, and driving through it would be terrible. I checked the weather website and lo and behold, a very bad storm (red area) was right on top of my neighborhood.
After waiting a bit to let it pass, I drove home. I missed all the bad stuff, but as I got off the highway, I noticed all the traffic lights were out. Indeed, all the electricity was out in a large area. I turned off the main road, hoping to avoid a traffic disaster at a big set of lights down the street from me, and drove home in a roundabout way.
Less than 1/2 mile from home, I passed an intersection that had been blocked by a large firetruck. A big tree had broken in half and fallen over some electrical wires.
I kept going.
A few blocks away I passed another fallen tree. It broke the fence, and landed on the sidewalk.
Note the broken branches on the second floor porch railing.
I kept going.
But nothing prepared me for the sight of a large pine tree leaning on a house not one block away from home.
A quarter mile away, two very large maple trees fell across streets nearby.
Nobody was injured.
Yowza!
After waiting a bit to let it pass, I drove home. I missed all the bad stuff, but as I got off the highway, I noticed all the traffic lights were out. Indeed, all the electricity was out in a large area. I turned off the main road, hoping to avoid a traffic disaster at a big set of lights down the street from me, and drove home in a roundabout way.
Less than 1/2 mile from home, I passed an intersection that had been blocked by a large firetruck. A big tree had broken in half and fallen over some electrical wires.
I kept going.
A few blocks away I passed another fallen tree. It broke the fence, and landed on the sidewalk.
Note the broken branches on the second floor porch railing.I kept going.
But nothing prepared me for the sight of a large pine tree leaning on a house not one block away from home.
A quarter mile away, two very large maple trees fell across streets nearby.Nobody was injured.
Yowza!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Terrible Tuesday
Mom went outside this morning and saw this:
SOMECAT CHEWED MY NIP! SOMECAT SMOTHERED MY NIP!!
MY 'NIP!!!
Mom brought it inside for me to inspect. It smelled OK. It smelled very, very good, in fact.
We tried to figure out a way to keep it outside so it could grow into a big, beautiful 'Nip plant. Mom did figure out a way to keep that bad somecat away from MY 'Nip.
She hanged it.
SOMECAT CHEWED MY NIP! SOMECAT SMOTHERED MY NIP!!MY 'NIP!!!
Mom brought it inside for me to inspect. It smelled OK. It smelled very, very good, in fact.
We tried to figure out a way to keep it outside so it could grow into a big, beautiful 'Nip plant. Mom did figure out a way to keep that bad somecat away from MY 'Nip.
She hanged it.
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