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WCB: Specially Made, Just For Me

Don't you love it when a package comes for you?  I do.  This came last week, from my Godmother, Glenna at A Fridge Full Of Food, And Nothing To Eat.  The package was addressed to Mom, but I know it was meant for me.  Look, at it.  It says "Cats."  Look at me, I'm a cat.  Glenna designed and needle pointed it just for me.  Because I'm worth it.   

Hey, Weekend Cat Blogging is being hosted this week by Chey's Place.  You should head over there, because their blog really rocks.   And don't forget about Carnival Of The Cats, The Friday Ark, and those crazy kitties at Bad Kitty Cats Festival Of Chaos.

WCB: How We Spent The Christmas Holiday

How was your holiday?  We celebrated Christmas here, and it was fun.  I always love it, because there's always lots of yummy foods here.  This is me, waiting patiently by the Christmas tree, waiting to see if Mom got her annual gift of Italian tuna.  She did, which meant I got some too. Pumpkin, Muffin and I also ate leftover rock cornish hens, which impressed Pumpkin and Muffin.  Mom sure ate a lot (more about that later).  By the way, how many cats believe, like me, that drinking Christmas Tree Water, out of the stand, is fabulous? 

WCB is being hosted by Samantha and Tigger at their great site The Tuxedo Gang Hideout.  Go check them out to see all the rocking kitties. Caturday is at Coats Of Many Colors, The Bad Kitty Cats Festival Of Chaos is at Bad Kitty Cats Journal, and don't forget The Friday Ark. Last, Lawrence Simon is stepping down from hosting Carnival Of Cats, so head over and leave a farewell post  to this hard working guy.

WCB: Happy Holidays!

This is why good pets go bad!  At least I got a nice treat for doing this.  And I have to admit, I do believe in the holidays.  I'm very glad I have a nice home, with lots of love, treats, and my insulin.  I hope all the people and animals without a home will be safe and warm.  We should all remember them, while we enjoy our good fortune.

WCB: Pumpkin Comes In

Last year, way back when we first joined Weekend Cat Blogging, we introduced everyone to Pumpkin and Muffin, two cats that were homeless.  They've been the neighborhood cats for quite some time, and mom and some other people feed them.   Mom worried about Pumpkin, because he has arthritis and can't run good.  She tried to make him an indoor cat years ago, but he wouldn't have that.  This week mom took him to the vet because his foot was injured, and he was having trouble walking.  The foot was swollen and looked like someone had been hitting it with a hammer. But, mom and the vet think he climbed up in the hood of a car, to keep warm, and the fan belt injured him when the car turned on. This is a very dangerous thing for kitties, and happens a lot.  Many are maimed or killed when that happens.   

WCB: We're Hosting This Week!

I'm OK.  Last week I didn't post and some people were worried about me, but I'm fine.  I still can't go outside or eat dry food, but I'm adjusting.  The diabetes is still a work in progress and the doctor is trying to figure out the right dosage for my insulin.  I was a little down, but instead of sulking I watch my life coach, Stewie, on TV each day and his philosophy on life and family relations has lifted my spirits quite a bit.

WCB: How I spent My Thanksgiving.....

I ate a lot of shrimp.  Mom made gumbo and had to shell ten pounds of it, so I got quite a few.  Delicious.  Then I went shopping on Friday, and found this great scarf at Bertha's Kitty Boutique.  Do you like it?

Weekend Cat Blogging is being hosted this weekend by the gang at House Of The (Mostly) Black Cats.  They had some drama there, I tell you!  Go read about it at their site. The Bad Kitty Cats Festival Of Chaos is at Mind Of Mog. The Carnival Of Cats is at Begin Each Day As If It Were On Purpose.  And you can't miss The Friday Ark.

WCB: Sorry Oprah, Hunger Is Not My Friend!

This dieting is driving me crazy.  Mom is obsessed with it, if you ask me.  I've been trying to break her down with my patented "meow every five seconds until she gives me more food."   It used to work, but now she  ignores me.   Or she gives me a pep talk. Today, she actually held my paw, looked deep into my eyes and said that hunger is our friend because it means we're losing weight.  She heard that crap when Dr.Oz was on Oprah.  I was there when she heard him say it, and I knew it was going to cause problems.   Hunger is not my friend.   It means people are not fulfilling their obligation to keep me well fed and happy.  Skinny cats are unhappy cats.  Or brainwashed. I'm proud to carry most of my weight around my stomach. 

WCB: I Got My Climbing Legs Back!

For several years now, mom let me roam around in the backyard during the day as much as I wanted, because I couldn't jump over the fence anymore.  My back legs were too weak, due to my diabetes.  But, now that I get insulin injections my legs have improved and I've jumped over the fence twice!  Mom was sitting at her computer and saw me waltz up to the front door.  She jumped up, ran outside to scoop me up and brought me inside. Then she asked me how I was able to get into the front yard.  I stayed mum, so she started spying on me. And yesterday she saw me climb up on my old kitty condo, which is next to the fence.  So, she figured out my escape method.   

   

WCB: Are You Ready For Halloween?

This year I'm going to skip Trick or Treating. I'm going to kick back and watch Dancing With The Stars or some other horror show.   I told Mom she should tie off my arm and stick one of my syringes in my skin and let me go out like that.  But, she didn't see the humor in that. 

This is my second week on insulin and the shots don't hurt at all.  My pretty Vet is still testing my blood to see what dosage my insulin should be. 

WCB: Can You Believe This?

Mom went to a place called the pharmacy and brought back two boxes with my name on them.  I love gifts, but they don't look like any gift I would ever want.  Mom says it's the "gift of life".  And it was expensive, since I'm not allowed on her medical insurance.  What's up with that???    I think the big box has strange sticks with needles on the end.  I gather that they will be plunged into my body twice a day, and some kind of diabetes medicine will be squirted into my body.  I heard mom talking to my pretty Vet, and on Monday something big is going down at the Vet Clinic.  I think they are going to stick those needle thingies into me  and take blood samples all day long!!!!!!! 

Well, to take my mind off of all this, I'm hosting WCB this week.  If you want to take part, just leave a link to your site in the comments. Or, you can e-mail your link to me at upsiefan (AT) yahoo (DOT) com.  Please mention our blog in your post and link it to your blog, pretty please.   Mom is really busy right now (she got more squirrels and is going loco, if you ask me), so she is going to add the links from people taking part in WCB as she gets them, and in between feeding the squirrels.

Don't forget to join Kashim and Othello at the Bad Kitty Cat Festival Of Chaos, Carnival of the Cats, and the Friday Ark.  

Without further ado, here are this week's participants: