Hi ya, everyone! MaxE is in da house! Well, technically it’s an apartment and I’m always in da house because I don’t have outside privileges, which is rude. As a best boy, I should at least have hallway privileges because prima donna Emeril did. I’m making a mental note to express my displeasure to Mama about this later. But first, I gotta meow to all my peeps! That’s you — in case you were confused.
Mama wasn’t in the “mood” to blog, so I am graciously filling in today because I am the BEST feline helper. Truly, I am. Mama can always rely on me. She is a tad bit cranky with me right now. It’s possible that I threw up twice this weekend. I feel bad (not really), which is why I’m doing my best to be extra helpful.
Like when Mama was busy typing away on the computer, I made sure to lay on top of her mouse to make it super duper easy for her to give me a few pets. I wouldn’t want Mama to strain herself! No way! MaxE is a helpful, considerate feline.
Anyway, I don’t know why Mama was so upset about me throwing up. It’s not like I wanted to do it. It was an accident. Paw swear. To be fair to Mama (the very best Mama in the world), she never yells at me when I throw up. She gets scared, which means I have to watch her pace around the apartment, peer into my ears and mouth, feel my forehead, repeatedly ask me if I’m sick and so on. Basically it’s Mama Drama nonstop.
Now I appreciate her concern, but I don’t want her to take me to the vet like she always threatens to do. It’s no big deal, seriously. But apparently you know who used to throw up when he was sick, and I don’t wanna take any pills or get poked and prodded by the vet or heaven forbid – get an enema because Mama thinks I’m constipated or something awful.
I can poop just fine, thank you very much!
Because Mama was giving me side-eye and lots of Mama drama, I was extra playful Sunday morning. Tearing around the apartment, yowling as loud as I could, jumping on her desk and pushing things off it. Basically trying to reassure her by being a holy terror.
She didn’t appreciate it as much as thought she would. Maybe because she partially stepped in some upchucked food. I feel bad. Sort of. Not.
Mama said she didn’t have anything to blab about today, which I’m pretty sure is a lie. She talks nonstop to me, so it seems impossible that she has nothing to say. Between you and me, she’s just being lazy. Don’t tell her I said that because she’ll get cranky and then I’ll have to deal with more Mama Drama.
It’s a good thing I love her because she’s a real handful!
Now for some good news, I got a new nickname! Pepper because I’m so full of pep. And I am embarrassed to admit that I still have not caught that dastardly moth-like creature buzzing around the apartment. Mama helpfully points it out every time it makes an appearance, and I try real hard to smite it with my Mitts of Doom but that sucker is fast.
Plus, I can’t fly. It’s really not a fair fight. Or at least that’s my story!
Well, all this blogging has tuckered me out, so I need to take a little cat nap. Please tell Mama to not be mad at MaxE and remind her that I am an excellent helper! Meow!