Our Lives - Cat Tales - Part 4: Mrayawwwnnnn...time to go to sleep
||[Cleo] I told you this
wouldn't end well. [Mindy] I don't know why Cleo gets so mean. All I want
to do is play, and she starts swatting at me.
||My final feeding of
the day is coming up. As if Dad hasn't tortured me enough, I still have
to stand, scream and beg to get the food on time. This feeding is particularly
annoying, as he spends time doing something with a needle, and I don't really
understand what the hold up is.
||The "Rascal Dinner
Show," as I have named his near hysterics before feeding, is quite amusing
to watch, but it isn't without its reasons. Poor Rascal was feeling sick
a few months ago, and a vet came to our home and told us that he has diabetes.
Father and Mother started feeding Rascal wet food to help him gain weight,
and started giving him insulin shots every evening to make him feel better.
And, for what I can tell, it does make him feel better. He has been gaining
weight and, unlike when he was feeling down, insists on giving me a sassing
when we walk too close to each other. Rascal is a jerk, but he's one of
my two jerks, and I'm glad he is feeling better.
||Daddy gives Rascal
so much wet food, and me none at all. I just don't get it. The last feeding
of the day is very strange, however, because Daddy does something to Rascal.
I can't tell exactly what he is doing; it appears to be sticking him in
the back with something. Every night I watch this really closely, and I'm
afraid Daddy is accidentally going to hurt Rascal. Rascal doesn't seem to
mind. I probably wouldn't mind, either, if Daddy gave me wet food.
||I'm not sure why Dad
sticks me every night after he feeds me. It is annoying, but not enough
to make me stop eating my food.
||After a long day, I'm
ready to curl up and go to sleep. Usually Mother or Father, if not both
of them, will fall asleep on one of my couches before the evening is out.
It is very annoying, but I suppose I really don't mind too much. Before
they go to bed, they'll always give me a pat on the head. Sometimes, they
will even give me a kiss; I'm not so sure I like that or not. But I'm not
complaining too much.
||Phew. What a long day.
I like to spend my evenings curling up with Daddy and letting him pet and
||I'll probably try all
of my five or six sleeping places before I find a location to drop down
for the day. On a good day, either Mom or Dad will leave a dresser drawer
open, and I can snuggle up against their clothes. They will eventually come
in and give me a scratch between the ears. It is a great way to end the