Ironically, after that blogging about how annoying Mavie is, his eye infection came back much worse than earlier this year.
It got all red and swollen like before, but the tears just kept streaming down his face and he was so miserable. Mom and Dad called him Not-So-Little-One-Eyed-Cat and took him to the eye specialist again (2 vet visits and 3 trips to the eye specialist this year).
Mom thinks he caught it initially when we were quarantined, god that sucked! Stuck for a month in jail with other freaked-out and stressed-sick cats...
We hope it'll go away for good this time, but I'll sneak in some extra special love licks to make him all better soon. They think it's antibiotics, but really.
It's special licks.
-R
Okay, let me just apologize for how long it's really taking me to post...
I'm not as internet savvy as I thought I was. It seriously took me way too long to figure out how to friggin log into my account, not even mention make a god damn blog posting. Jesus christos!
OMG!!! Yes you do have yourself a little spotlitght whore don't you? I seriously don't know how you handle it...you must be made with a higher tolerance than I sweet kitty.
I leave you with a little video of me just chillin and being the beautiful feline I am. Then my precousious roommate coming in to see how playful I may still be.
Yes, I still have a little in me.
You know how Mom's been spending a lot more time with me? Like she snuggles with me, and takes my pictures and all that? So check this out. I'm getting all cutesy with her ye? Batting the fake mouse and rolling over on my back and striking cutesy poses...
I'm trying to be cute dammit.And look. His Royal Highness perched up there, sneakily plotting his moves. I'm like, okay Ma, I'll strike the aloof Vogue pose, this is my best side... and BOOM. Mav jumps in, tackles my toys and AGAIN. Attention goes to him.
This is MY covershoot! WTF!Literally, the other day Dad was playing Crazy Killer Sock with him, and he's gets all fired up with that crazed killer kitty look in his eyes, tearing up the scratching pole.
Mav starts out losing all control of his dignity.
And then, CLICK CLICK, and he's like, "Oh? Mom's got the camera out..."
You can actually see the wheels turning in his head.
And Mav being the limelight hog that he is, actually STOPS mutilating the Crazy Killer Sock (no self-respecting feline would do that) to pose. He literally STOPPED TO POSE.
Mav's attempt at a 'fierce' pose.Mom and Dad thought it was the funniest thing, going, "Awww.. Awww.. he be so cute yo, Awww..."
I think it's rubbish. He's such a ham.
If this isn't evidence enough he literally hogs the spotlight, I don't know what is.
Pffttt!
-R
Labels:
Crazy Killer Sock,
Killer Kitty,
Maverick,
Rogue
This is why my roommate should never leave anything edible unsupervised on the coffee table. Yes, even red velvet cupcakes are not safe within my reach...mwah ha ha!
And in fact I believe it gave me a bit of the runs...so even more fun for my human to take care of!
Damn girl, you got your human trained right! How do you do it? She fails at her attempts to discipline you
and throws you rings? I can barely get mine to feed me the 5 times a day in which I deserve to be fed.
Although now I have a feeling that she may be around more often, which will be good because not only can she serve my beacon call but she can maybe start cleaning up the joint. Yes, I do take responsibility for some of the mess and most of the smell, but she's the one with the opposable thumbs.
Maybe once she's used those thumbs/hands for a reason other than pleasuring herself, then I can show you where I like to hide when the world gets to be a bit much for me. You've got some primo spots may I say! Really could not tell where on earth you could possibly be! Tell me though, have you ever experienced any accidental squishing in your disappearing act? Like a tired mom or dad plopping on the bed? That would be my concern, and prolly why I choose not to hide in places where humans can easily get on top of.
In Constant Fear of the Squish,
Mits
