Playtime in the urban prison.

Woot!

I can't believe your roomy did that! I swear, next time she's taking a giant #2 in the loo, you sneak in and upload that to Youtube with some sort of title like "Megan Fox frenches Angelina Jolie" and rack up the hits.

Mmm, dahling, I don't know about that chap, he's a big Hugh Granty for me, but from the looks of things, your roomie is busy flirting with him while discussing your kidneys. Here are the kinds of vets apparently that we get over in Australia... or rather, Sydney:


Apparently Mr Bondi Vet surfs too. We just get the grungy ones in Melbourne.

Mav's a total bambino lately, and the grandparents have taken to calling him Lord Maverick since he sits around on top of the couch and everyone has to adjust themselves around him because he won't move. On one hand, I'm utterly in glee that they like me more (Grandma feels bad when he picks on me, and she's even let me sit on her lap!) but, tsk tsk, the royal title is mine! I might have to amp up the diva attitude to reclaim my throne in this house...

In either case, I'm in a good mood these days. Everytime I paw at Grandma's door, Mom comes running out, bleary-eyed and tries to discipline me. But then she takes me back into bed with her in an attempt to keep me quiet or she passes out on the couch with me, and I get to curl up with her all to myself! Humans are easy to train, I don't know what you're bitching about, really.

Speaking of training humans, look what I taught Mom to do. All I have to do is sit on a chair, and she fetches the ringy thing (I lovey love love!) that I swat at.


Omigod it's attacking me!


I kill joo! Good mom, go fetch it as I smack it across the room.

And then after a bit it's just way too much excitement for my arthritis (well, I'm lazy. Sue me. It's not like I'm a servant dog or anything.) I do my magic act!

Poof! I have disappeared!


Shh. I'm hiding dammit.

The best thing about these butt-ugly sheets that Mom has to use these days after Mavie repeatedly defecated on her favorite ones when he had his tummyaches is how well they camouflage my bootiliciousness and I can drown the world away.



So shh, don't tell the world. This is where Queen Rogueness hides out.

Toodles with my pinky up in the air,
-R


Turn My Head and Purr....

So today I had a surprise visit to that god-awful place that smells like discomfort, disease and dogs.

Yep, I went to the vet too.

No, no need to worry R...they just did that thing where they poke you with that sharp metal thing. I've actually been feeling really good lately.



My roommate can be such a dork. Not only did she cheer my weight gain, but she also felt the need to talk about my urinary habits. Bitch please. She'd like to think that everything I do in life revolves around her, but alas I am the creator of my own destiny.

Did you check out my doctor though? Whoo hoo! Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? I'm not one for interspecies realtions, but damn. I could make dozens of biscuits on his lap all night long, if you know what I'm talkin about.

Great pics of you and your grandparents! Your mom must be one of those artsy folk with an eye for sheit that looks good. My roommate has a set of old people too. The motherly looking one used to get me toys, even ones for larger creatures. The other one would just point his finger at me.

And no Sugarfur...your bum does not look big in that pic. To quote the lyrical siren known as Beyoncé, "Your body's too bootylicous for you baby"

Speaking of babies...Mav friggin cracks me up. You should put a bonnet on him and push him around in a stroller. I really don't know how you put up with it girl. You're much more patient than my onery ass.

PS: Oh, and those ladies that get paid to go into cars. I think they're called "hookers". My roomamate likes to watch these specials on HBO and Showtime about them at certain points.

***Edited to add tags and this post my roommate just put on her Dailybooth.

The caption reads: Today someone shaved my pussy...friggin perv


Grandma and Grandpa are in town!

Oo Mits, that's awesome that you're a freebird again! Glad you moved into new digs and the windows bit is fab, isn't it? We have windows here too, but I don't see that many children, just scantily-clad women going into cars that pull up... I thought it was a taxi stand for a while, but the women get paid instead, so I'm not sure.

Anyway!

Grandma and grandpa are visiting for 2 weeks, and I haven't seen them in years! Mavie was really weirded out because he's never seen them before, so for the past few days he was REALLY quiet. Like, not a peep, and Mom said it was so peaceful. Grandma is really chatty and I try to talk to her, and I keep trying to go into Grandma's room but they won't let me. Mom gets mad when I paw at their door, so I've been running over to the scratching post when I hear her coming. It only fooled her a few times, and Dad got mad after a while. He was saying something about 2AM, whatever that is.

I was bored.

Grandpa talks REALLY loud and he keeps asking us if we're okay, and Grandma is constantly cleaning something. Mom says it's awesome, until one night she couldn't sleep and groggily came out to make her stop.


Grandpa's saying, "Hello Rogue, are you okay?"
Btw, does this photo make my bum look big?



Grandma's cleaning... AGAIN!

What sucked the other day was that we were all happy that Mom gave us breakfast early, but then Dad snapped us up into our carriers and whisked us off to the Vet! Mavie was terrified coz he thinks that he's either going to be taking another long plane ride or being prodded in the eye. Dad said Mom would come by to pick us up that afternoon, so I was like alright, but Mavie was PISSED. He was hissing and swatting at the nurses while we were boarded, and everyone said what a good girl I am! Hah!

But yeah, those places are FREAKY. There's always some other sick cats there, it's like gothly oppressive and smells like rubbing alcohol and disinfectant. Ugh. At least there weren't any dogs there, Mav would have shat his pants.

We're back home now, and Mom and Dad gave us big big hugs coz even though I put on a brave front, I have to admit, I was kinda worried that we really were getting shipped out again :(


Big hugs from Dad when we came home.

Mav's all noisy now again but he's still pretty skiddish and spends most his time sleeping under the big telly lately.


Mavie's been hiding out under the telly these days.

Which means: everyone spends time with me now and I get all kinds of attention, it's awesome!


Safe and sound back home again.

Big licks,
-R

Diggin' the new Digs

Being the ultimate dork my roommate is...she actually captured my first moments in the new place on her new recording device she refers to as her Webbie. I call it annoying thing that captures my soul. (the device, not the roommate)




And yes, I was looking for places to pee. She knows me so well.

Things I love about my new place:
  • the ability to roam freely like the independent creature I am, throughout the entire apartment
  • more windowsills in which I can climb on and judge the outside world from
  • more people (mainly children) outside in which I can judge and scowl at
  • my own personal bathroom, which is actually larger than my roommate's (ha ha sucker!)
I thoroughly enjoy being the only cat almost as much as solid white albacore.

It's actually been so long since the days Pre-Roommate that I can't even remember what it was like living with other 4 legged creatures. Although, it may be because the experience was so traumatic that I've blocked it out. There was isolation, there was blood shed, and there was no one to cater to my every whim.

Yes, I would say life is much better now.

So tell me, these snuggles you enjoy...are they on your terms or on your parents? I don't have enough claws to count the number of times my needy bitch of a roommate just picks me up and squeezes me until I let out my squeals of discontent.

Psst. Mits. You there?



I figured it's too late for you to be around, so HAH! I made the first post! Anyway, the parents aren't around, and Mavie is still sleeping for some reason.



Gawd, he's adorable isn't he? Of course, I'd never tell him that, or that I secretly like it when he chases me around. I think Mom and Dad are catching on though, so I've had to hiss at him a lot to keep it tough. He may be bigger, stronger, faster and fluffier than me, but a girl's got to do what it takes to stay in power, you know what I'm saying?

You're lucky you're the only kit.

I miss those days. Although, I have to say, I seem to get a lot more snuggles these days!

How's the new digs?

-R