Meowllo everypawdy da week is half over. Me how time flies. Readin’ through da comments and such me realized me’s not been real clear ‘bout who exactly mr. W is to mommy and me. We furget dat a lot of ya’ didn’t know us a couple years ago when we started out on Facebook, and so sometimes we need to take a minute to re-explain some things. Especially considerin’ what’s goin’ on now. What’s goin’ on now you ask? Well let me tell ya’.
As ya’ know mr. W had wanted mommy to take him his fone and she had agreed but only ifin she was usin’ his car. So after mommy’s doctor’s appointment Monday and durin’ da storms, she decided to take his fone over to him. Somethin’ she started regrettin’ furst thing yesfurday meownin’ when our fone started ringin’ non stop with mr. W barkin’ orders on our answerin’ machine. Mommy furbade me to answer da fone, and well, since me doesn’t really like mr. W me was happy to oblige.
As you also know, with all these storms and just me to help her, mommy’s getting’ ‘round really slow these days. So mommy had planned to call mr. W back after she got ‘round a bit. So there me was, peacefully eatin’ me’s brekky, and mommy was havin’ some coffee when all of a sudden one of da neighbors came up da walk. Now mind you she’s on a walker, and it purrobably took her 30 minutes to get to our apartment from hers, but there she was. Mommy went to da door and da neighbor said, “mr. W told me to come and tell you to…”. Da dot, dot, dots doesn’t matter cuz mommy stopped her and told her thank you and dat she would talk to mr. W herself. Me could see da steam comin’ outta mommy’s ears. We already had 11 messages from mr. W tellin’ her to do everythin’ this poor neighbor lady had been sent down to tell mommy to do. And just 2 days earlier mommy had gotten on to him fur orderin’ her around and here he was doin’ it again. And worse, he was wranglin’ others into doin’ it too.
So, mommy came back over and sat down and told me to finish me’s brekky and she picked up da fone and quietly dialed da nummer. When mr. W picked up on da other end, mommy calmly but assertively said, “You need to Quit bossin’ me around!!! I’m NOT your girlfriend, I’m NOT your wife, I’m NOT your daughter, I’m NOT your mother, I AM your Neighbor. I’m the one you sucker into takin’ care of Buddy because you know I won’t let an animal suffer. But, and that’s a big BUT, I’m NOT your personal servant. I’m a human being with a life of my own and problems of my own and I deserve some respect.
I am having to go up to your apartment to take care of Buddy several times a day, while still taking care of my own, and all the other things I have goin’ on as well. If you had wheelchair repair people comin’ out today, they shoulda been who you were callin’ first thing this morning and not me. I can’t see the front of your apartment from mine or your parking lot and I’m not gonna go sit in your filthy apartment and wait on somebody that may or may not show up. And it isn’t my job to do your laundry. I can tell you exactly where your kids are. They’re not answering their phones because you wanna talk to them the way you talk to me, and that’s not acceptable.” And then mommy got quiet. She says mr. W said, he had to go cuz they were there fur his bath, so they hung up. No apawlogy, or nothin’. It’s been peaceful since then, cuz when mommy tells mr. W he has to be nice and ask and say purrlease and thank you, he always gets mad and we don’t hear from him fur a few days till he realizes nopawdy else is gonna take his calls or help him out. Sometimes mommy be too nice me thinks.
Now, fur those of ya dat think mommy was harsh, let me splain a bit more. Mr. W is our neighbor. There’s no way he will ever be anythin’ more. And ifin mommy was fallin’ off a cliff, he wouldn’t lend her a hand lessen he thought he might benefit from it somehow. Ifin he makes an offer to help mommy out, it’s cuz he wants mommy to do somethin’ fur him. So as nice as mommy is, she doesn’t feel da least bit bad ‘bout makin’ mr. W mad by tellin’ him to treat her with some respect. And fur those of ya’ confused ‘bout who mr. W is, we hope this clears dat up fur ya’. He’s just one of our 22 neighbors.
Da question also arose askin’ ifin Buddy could come and stay with us while mr. W was away. Da answer is no. Buddy isn’t a very furiendly kitty and he’s always been an only kitty. He’s also not so very nice to mommy. He tries to swat her at least twice every time she goes up there. Fur most of Buddy’s life his exposure to mommy has been fur claw clippin’ and medicatin’; 2 things he hates. So he kinda treats mommy da same way he does da VET. And of course we are still lookin’ fur me a new sisfur and helper. So there’s no way Buddy can come and stay with us.
Me’s gonna wrap it up fur now, mommy needs to go and feed Buddy. Don’t furget to enter me’s give away here.
How do you feel about being ordered around by others?
Would you have said anything mommy didn’t say?
Would you expect your neighbor to take care of your pets and household as well as bringing you things to the hospital every day for free.
Till da next time…………………………Be Blest!!!
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
WooHoo It’s finally Furiday!!! It’s still a little chilly but da sun was out when we got up this meownin’ and da temps are supposed to rise. Looks like summer may be here. You know what dat means? Me’s hopin’ fur lots of stroller rides with mommy.
Course, me’s havin’ to share her right now.
Yep, we got a knock on da door yesfurday and mr. W’s home health nurse said he told her to come tell mommy to take care of Buddy. Mommy just luvs how he thinks he can order her around…NOT!!! But of course mommy won’t let Buddy go hungry, so she trodded off to mr. W’s ‘pawrtment to feed Buddy. Da place was a mess (messier than normal), so mommy called ‘round to da hospital when she got back home. Sure ‘nuff he was there. He said Buddy tripped him and he broke his hip and had to have pins put in it. He’s been hopin’ fur a new hip fur a few years now. He’s been purr-pussly fallin’ tryin’ to break dat thing to no avail.
Now we’s not bein’ mean here, mr. W told mommy dat himself when she caught him out on da ice a couple winters ago tryin’ to slip and fall. Ever few months he goes to da hospital cuz of a fall, but he’s never broken dat hip. Well this time he did. Da only thing is, we don’t like him blamin’ Buddy. Trust me, Buddy’s no leg winder. And he’s used to givin’ a wide berth cuz mr. W be large and clumsy and uses a wheelchair. Anyways, me’s getting’ off track here, mommy be takin’ care of Buddy right now, so dat’s gonna cut into me’s strolls a bit; and everythin’ else fur dat matter. She’s tellin’ me to hurry now in fact cuz she needs to go feed and play with Buddy.
Hmmmpht How dare she, he, they, whoever.
Well as me does every week me’s joinin’ Rascal and Rocco fur da Pet Parade. And hey, don’t furget to enter me’s Catit Give away here. Me’s gonna go take a bath while mommy tends to Buddy. We’ll be by to see ya’ soon.
Till da next time…………………………….Be Blest!!!
Do you have any plans fur da weekend?
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Meowllo everypawdy, and miserable Monday too. And me oh my it does look miserable outside. You know it’s May now and we needed da ‘lectric blanky last night. Mommy has already put it up till next winter tho’ so we did a lot of cuddlin’ and snugglin’ to keep warm. We just can’t believe this weather we’re havin’. Course we know it’s bein’ strange all over. Several of ya’ recently got snow. Me really thinks sumpawdy done went and kidnapped Spring.
Mommy says me’s bein’ silly; but she doesn’t have to spend all day hunched over and hidin’ behind da chair. Okay, me knows me doesn’t either, but c’mon, those thunder boomers are loud and scary. Me thinks a lot of you would be joinin’ me behind da chair. Anyways, enough ‘bout da weather and da back of da chair fur today. Notice me said today? MOL
We had a couple peeps ask fur updates on Buddy and his new food. You know mr. W ordered a new bag last month, but not befur complainin’ ‘bout da price. Mommy hushed him real quick when she told him what she spends to feed just me. See, he makes quite a bit of money, he just doesn’t like spendin’ it on anypawdy but himself. Anyways, mommy asked him ifin he was ready to order some more, and he started hem hawin’ ‘round ‘bout how Buddy’s been throwin’ up and all. Trust me, dat’s a lie, cuz ifin Buddy had been throwin’ up, we woulda heard ‘bout it befur now. And fur those of ya’ wonderin’ why mommy’s doin’ da orderin’, it’s cuz mr. W doesn’t have a catputer and doesn’t wanna pay shipping and so we add it to our auto ship. But yes, mommy makes him pay fur Buddy’s food.
Now me has to put me’s thinkin’ cap on and come up with somethin’ fur mommy fur Mother’s day; it’s this Sunday you know. Me’s never been alone fur a celebrate mommy day, so me has no idea what to do. Sis Lexi always came up with da plans. Me sure hopes me has some help befur mommy’s birthday at da end of da month. Me has to have sumkitty to blame ifin me makes a mess. Like da time me left da can of coke under da wheels of da wheelchair. Or da crackers dat ended up in da bed where mommy rolled on them. You know sis Lexi always blamed me, so now it’s me’s turn to blame sum other kitty. Hmmmmmm maybe me can order a new helper. Does anypawdy know where to do dat?
You know mommy blames our lateness on me since me’s da only one helpin’ her and all; but let me tell ya’, all this rain and cold means dat mommy’s movin’ slower too. In fact this very meownin’ me was dancin’ ‘round and tellin’ mommy dat she was gonna pass out and do you know what she did? She reached fur da camera. Yep dat’s right, she went right fur da camera. Me’s tellin’ her to sit down and take it easy so she doesn’t come crashin’ to da ground, and she thinks it’s a great time fur a foto shoot. Well me didn’t oblige, me sat right down and stared at her. She was finally forced to sit down befur she started seein’ stars and all fank catness. Me’s sure me can’t pick her up off da floor by meself. Not dat dat’s somethin’ we ever did, but just sayin’, me ain’t dat big. Me has to go rest up now. You never know what mommy might try to do these days, and me needs to be rested and ready. Any ideas fur mother’s day would be purreciated.
Do you get your human a Mother’s day gift?
Is it a gift fur you or fur her/him?
Till da next time……………………………..Be Blest!!!