Izzabout time!!!

Da Hoomanmomma finally finally gots us our own bloggie. Took her long 'nuff, dontcha tink?

Acourse, she did it on a day when we's mad!

First she tricked us into going into our condo rooms and closed metal thingies behind us. Then she took us out in da cold cold white stuff outside. And then she put da little hoomans and us in another box that moved. We started yelling at her then, but she wouldn't stop.

So then efurryone gets out of da moving box - the Pooka-hooman calls it a "carr", we found dat out later. We all went into a place with a WOOFIE. Big noisy woofie that was sniffin our hoomans n making noises n bein drooly. Yuck. Teazer really didn't like dat cause Hoomanmomma was sittin close to da woofie, even though we were still in our condo rooms.

Then we went into a white room with a table and cabinets, and we finally got out of our condo rooms. We HAD to explore, right? I found I could jump up onto da metal table... cold table! and Teazer just had to upstage me and jump onto da cabinets. Well lah ti dah.

But then? Worst of all?!! Da lady in da white coat showed up! She put me on another cold metal thingy and told Hoomanmomma I weigh almost ten pounds. Then she shined a lighty thingy in my face and hugged me funny and put something on my tummy and then she pokeded me in da butt! TWICE! But I sucked it up like a big brave kitty and didn't cry. Then da lady in da white coat grabbed Teazer and did da same thing to him, except he's a chunkey monkey and weighs eleven pounds.

White Coat Lady sed sumpin bout Teazer's hart murmuring. Well, duh, he whispers at me all da time! White Coat Lady wants Hoomanmomma to buy us a different kind of crunchy food to see if it makes Teazer's hart not so whispery, she sez it's made spechul for mane coons (whatever THOSE are) and that mane coons have a... umm... sumpin bout deyr harts. Does dat mean Teazer's a mane coon? I thought we were CATS!

White Coat Lady also told Hoomanmomma to give us more stinkies! Yay! She said that we should only get crunchies for a little bit of time in da mornin and at night, and dat we should get stinkies efurry night! Maybe White Coat Lady isn't so mean after all...

So den dey shoved us into our condo rooms - after what happened before, we did NOT wanna go in dere agin! and took us back to da "carr". Dis time, Hoomanmomma brought us home where we's safe. And den dey went back out and got us TOYS! Fluffies n jingles n fevvers!

Now dey gone agin, sumpin bout babysittin. Why do beans sit on babies?? Teazer's still off sulking, I bet his butt hurts. I get da fevvers!!

Mungo