Hey look at this mancat! Bacon unfazed by castration

Well, V-E-T made me yowl all the way there in the car, Pa said I was trembling when they took my hearbeat. I am not agressive, just bouncy and confident, but this knocked me sideways. Caged for a while I was crying, wondering where I was, lots of calls from other cats, next thing I was being shaved on my arm, and I was asleep.

I woke up, a bit sore "down there" - Pa collected me and I yowled all the way home (2 streets)

As soon as I got home, Sandwich was about - YAY - time to chase!! Pa also treated me to a play session where he worre gloves and I bit them good and proper.

Ma came home, and fussed me, I had tinned tuna, and lots of love, but I really wasn't in the mood, I wanted to play play play! Where's that other cat? I'll get her I will.

Ma went shopping today at the PDSA and bought a water fountain. I loved it, Ma plugged it in and showed me it, I had tones of fun pawing the water stream, I am fascinated. I really don't drink water, I am special and I have goat's milk which is lactose free. Sarnie drinks water but she looked at it as if it was an alien construction.

Here's a photo of me getting my paws wet

Neutralise!

Ma keeps saying the V-E-T word this week, and that's OK, every time I go visit the V-E-T there's always a can of tuna at the end of the visit.

I miowl all the way there in the car, and miowl all the way back, but that's only because Ma plays Radio One in the car.

I am going to get neutered in Friday, I hear keywords such as "spraying" "unwanted kittens" and "straying from the house". I dunno. Everything excites me at the moment, I am fighting with Sandwich more, and my teeth draw blood in times of play with toes, feet and hands. The cries of Ma an Pa excite me to a different level, my shoulders have filled out and I am developing muscles.

My healthy appetite has made me fill out, I am a sleek and handsome young mancat, but my cute kitten face and demeanour still plays like a kitten with toys and toes under the duvet. I have a particular fascination for shoelaces and have recently been playing a game with Ma, where she throws a soft red ball up the stairs, I carry it in my jaws, down the steps and drop it at her feet (apparantly like a Dog, whatever that is) I love it when Ma takes the red ball and throws it back up the stairs, so I can carry it back down again for another throw.

In the mornings I like to cry to Ma in a baby miaow, again and again, I am crying for attention. I cry so loud Ma shouts at me to shut up, I bet I wake her up, because I jump on the bed, delerious another day has begun for my loves, and strokes, and attention. The cry works every time, Ma can't resist it (ha ha ha I have her right where I want her)

Pa came home today, cold, with gloves on, he scratched my ears until I went beserk, killing the glove thing, but it didn't hurt him so he didn't stop for ages. Then he left the glove things on the stairs and when he had gone, I killed them both. Proper kitty backfoot bunny scratches, the works. I don't know why he didn't shout in pain.

Anyway, Ma came in from work, she catches the train to and from work, she took her boots off and they were warm and smelled warm, and the laces were great!!

Ma says I won't be able to blog for a week while I recover (from what?) so here's a photo of me and Ma's boots. Notice I pose for the camera every time now. I know what the flash means ;)