Newsflash

This post has nothing whatsoever to do with me, other than the fact that I was trying to sit on dad's lap at the time he prodded me to post it.  This morning's news headlines on one of our local station's websites included the following:  "Car hits two trees, sending one to hospital".
     Dad finds these things amusing.  You can see it for yourself- at least until they correct it- at wect.com. 

     Okay, bye.

Stormy Sunday Morning

Usually I only get just so comfortable in dad's lap, but now and then mom's is where it's at.  I try to keep both of them happy by spreading the joy and pleasure that is me, so on this particular day I took advantage of mom's lap and simply melted into her.  
     Note my awesomely silky coat gradually filling back in where they shaved my arm for that damn IV.
     Yeah, I'm finally feeling a little better.  At least I'm not as restless as I'd been.  I've been eating better as well, and I've decided to let them sleep a little more soundly these days.

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?