update on Spot...

Thanks to everyone, for your get well wishes and condern for Kimberly. She is just fine now. Her spots are almost gone. Just a few linger. This weekend, they got pretty bad, but by Monday morning they were all but gone, and with it, then itching went as well. So now we know, what she has a reaction to. Thank goodness she does not get sick that often!! :)

erythema multiformation

a fancy schmancy term for an allergic reaction to pennecyllin. UGH.

blog candy...

just saw this, and thought I would send it out to all of you to enter and win some good stuff!

you've seen

those witchs in people's front lawns, the one's who have hit a tree?
Petie. Thump. window. chasing birds again. flattened by window. need I say more?

speaking of embarrasing

moments...
Saturday, we were going somewhere. I don't remember where, but we were leaving. Petie was outside harassing the birds as per the norm. When he sees us outside, he comes over to us, and is a part of the family. He started rolling around on the sidewalk- you know what I mean, like if you had a cooked spaghetti noodle on the counter in a puddle of water- how they move around. That was him, on the part of the side walk he loves, rolling around looking all cute. Anyhow, is was kind of cold outside, and I did not want Petie to get to cold while we were going to be out, so I called him and I started to walk toward the door, keys in hand. Peite, is quiet often like a dog. He comes when he is called, and meows until he gets to you. I guess he figured he would be smart, and he ran ahead of me. Well, since we were going to leave, we had locked the door. Petie (running and meowing 240) ran right into the closed door. Thump. he took a step back, and sat down. (actually, I think he hit so hard he FELL down, but I won't tell him that) The nosie was so loud, Dana stopped buckling in the kids, poked his head around the door of the truck, and asked what happened, and was I ok.... all I could do was laugh. Poor Petie. - I never said he read the smart book....

what

is more embarrassing when you're a cat? Picture this. You see your arch rival. He is looking at you, all puffed up. So, you puff up back, and take it one step further, you flatten your ears. That's what i did. I crouched down, I puffed up, I flattened my ears, hell, I looked HUGE. I was going to take down that good for nothing next door neighbor cat once and for all. I see my human come out to start the truck so she can take the shorter humans off somewhere is that big noisy thing. She notices the peach cat so she stoops down to scratch HIS ears. I let out a nice guttural growl, just for good measure, to let that so and so know that, that human belongs to ME. I am the one who tells that human when I want food, and to go fix it. I let that human pet me on occasion. I hunker down just a bit further and I also wiggle my butt so they both know I mean business. She stands up, and that peach pansy runs across the street. She comes my way and picks me up. WTF? I mean, can't she see I am in battle mode and about to kick some furry ass? come on, she's making me look bad. I don't care the she is scratching my ears, she has just pet HIM. I see him look over his shoulder at me, and I swear he snickered. I hissed to let him know this was not over, not by a long shot. I push against my human, to get down, I even wriggle. She just tells me to knock it off, and tightens her grip. Crap, now even the birds in the tree are laughing at me, being carried into the house like a wimp. I am sooooo going to poop on her pillow!

signed, a very pissed off Petie.

P.s.,
in case you're wondering, I have tied my human up in the basement, and will let her out when I see fit.