Fund raising and fur raising

First off, Caring hasn't yet caught on that we're trying to save up money collected from Blobbo's pockets to rent a car or buy a ticket out of this place. Jax boy can lift a twist tie or hair thingie like a pro and dump it into his water, but he keep dropping nickels and dimes everywhere. Caring discovers them and keeps blaiming them on Blobbo. Which I guess is good, but I'd prefer Jax put them in the bank we've got in the basement.

Speaking of Blobbo, in the space of 30 minutes yesterday, he slammed Jax's tail in the microwave and stepped on my foot. 700 pounds on a tiny paw hurts like heck. Jax said he did it once before, slamming their former cat's tail in the basement door.

To top it off, the whole family thought it was funny watching me jump for a bug I couldn't get. They videotaped the thing and laughed their stupid human heads off. Next time a bug appears INSIDE, I'm going to put it in Caring's bite guard that she wears at night.

In case you want a laugh at my expense, check out the video below.

Sasquatch takes two lives

Okay, twice today, before sunlight even broke, the fat one snatched one of my lives. The first was this morning when some wind and rain outside woke me up from my slumber (similar to picture above). The power went out and I heard Blob wake up say something brilliant like "Oh my gosh, what's going on!" and ran down in his boxers (not pretty) saying "Caring! get up, get up, get up! Storm!"

Caring said, "Should I go to the basement, what's going on?!?!?!" Blob exercised his normal patience and said, "I DON'T KNOW!" and ran aroundlike a chicken with his head cut off (not to self... not a bad idea), as though he could make the rain go away by acting like a 7 year old girl who saw a mouse. Caring went into the closet in their room with Maggie. I'm guessing this was more to avoid Chubbo Stupido than to be safe from the storm.

As the storm raged, Blobbo was walking around in the dark trying to find something (his brain, perhaps?) and stepped down one of his half ton size twelves onto my tail. I let out a hail of expletives and ran away. Caring lived up to her name and said, "Is she okay?"

Blob's reply, "I have more important things to worry about." Like what? Filling out your form for the sissy club of America?

I licked my wounds and hid for awhile until the power came out. I went into Rob and Caring's room to rest on the edge of the bed. Blobbo was upstairs because Caring and Maggie had fallen asleep in his bed and there was no room for his bloated body. Then, around 11 AM, I heard a tremendous thunder upstairs. It sounded like the staircase was falling down. Then I heard crashes on the wood floor, and all of a sudden, this wall of humanity wearing a red tent for a shirt comes flying into the room, and suddenly goes into a motion like he's going to jump on the bed. Knowing I was going to die, I took off toward the window, hoping I could get enough speed to crash through. I looked behind me and saw it was Slobbo, laughing like a wicked witch at the fact he'd scared me.

I've since recovered, but I'm thinking that in the future I'm going to stay on the steps each night. If blob is going to step on me again, I'm at least going to take him down with me. Anyway, two of my nine lives are spent. Add that to the one I lost on the battlefields of Fairdale, and I'm down to six and I'm less than a year old.

Until next time... Purrfect Dreams and May Your Litter Always Be Scooped!

They came back.

Well, this past Monday they came back. Hat Trick fed us well, filling up three bowls with food and lots of water. He must be the caring one. Sadly, it was worse than when they left. Maggie came up to me and squeezed me like a roll of Charmin in a Mr. Whipple nightmare. To top it off, blob stepped on my foot (all 700 pounds of him) and left me sore for several days.

They're taking to calling me Samantha Roo. The roo in reference to my kangaroo stance that I've been taking. I'm just trying to take the pressure off my tender little feet.

More later! Until next time... Purrfect Dreams and May Your Litter Always Be Scooped!