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Asheville, North Carolina
Hi. I'm Cleo. After being surrendered at Orange County Animal Services in Chapel Hill, NC I found myself being gawked at by a couple of humans whom I eventually adopted. I let them refer to themselves as "mom" and "dad", and they couldn't have found a better home than one filled with... me.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Not To Go Off On A Rant, But

Elder Statesman my ass!  Golden years?  What golden years?  I swear, if I get poked, prodded, injected, or gagged with a syringe filled with who the hell knows what one more time I'm going to have a fit.
     These past few weeks have been hell on this tired old bag 'o bones.  I'm pooping, I'm not pooping.  I'm pooping runny, I'm pooping too hard and struggling.  I'm eating, I'm not eating.  I'm drinking plenty, I need fluids under my skin! I'll tell you what gets under my skin!
     What are we on now- our fourth or fifth variety of "special" kidney diet canned food?  And how many dry versions of crap can there possibly be? Crap is crap, if you ask me. Low protein, ultra low protein, no protein- I just don't give a damn.

     Why can't they just let me be?  Have I really been that cranky, noisy and obnoxious since getting those teeth yanked?  What's that, mom? Don't answer that?  Whatever.
     You reach my age and you'll see- all I want is to be left alone.  Got that?  A-L-O-N-E!

     Okay, I'm done now.  Mom, dad, I know you're just trying to take care of me, but for crying out loud, give it a rest!!  
     You get my teeth fixed, then all hell breaks loose.  What's next?  Kidney transplant?  Full set of dentures?  Gonna transplant new claws to replace the ones you trim down so low?  Maybe reattach my long lost balls?

     Okay, sorry.  Guess I wasn't quite done yet.  But I am now, really.  Glad I have loving, caring parents who want to nurse me back to health so they can keep me kicking for another hundred years.

     Oh, nice.  On top of all this Blogger has decided to take a little vacation.  Hello?  Anyone there?  Those little tabs up there just for looks?  Hello? 

About This Blog

Created in July 2011 this blog chronicled the everyday life of a well-seasoned, spoiled house panther named Orbit. He was a nearly constant companion for almost 22 years, and ruled our roost until he passed away in December 2014, and the loss of his companionship hit us like a ton of bricks.
After more than 2 years without a live-in feline friend we found this senior Tortie gal at a local shelter and just couldn't leave without her. Cleo certainly came with an abundance of purrsonalitude, and has staked her claim on our hearts and in our home since day one. It took some long, deep thought, but I decided to pick up where Orbit left off and let Cleo tell her stories. Of course from time to time I'll add some non-Cleo posts, but she'll get over it.