The female bean with the pillow soft legs is home and I have pinned her with my purr weight to the sofa. She can’t move. She won’t move. I won’t permit it. If she threatens to move I shall jiggle my toes on her bladder and let her know I’ll make a sea of both of us.

I was just sitting on the carpet then all of a sudden I’d been memed. This has never happened before.7 Things you don’t know about me?  I thought and thought and thought then forgot I had been asked because I got a sudden itch on my brow. You know how it is. When I was done scratching I went to go scratch a table leg. But I’m top of it now. The questions, not the table leg. 7 Things?

1.  I was born a barn cat.
2. I have been to an adoption shelter three times. 
3. The second time I was taken there, I dropped in the ditch nearby then ater months was finally adopted. 
4. The third time I was taken back because the grandmother bean in the family was allergic to me and she moved in with her little beans and little little beans.
5. When I was taken back I was reunited with my pal who was adopted by some other bean at the same time I was. She was brought back too. We got to stay in the same cat stall.
6. When we were given our queenship of a private home again, the beans took us both. 
7. My pal and I lived with each other for almost 5 years at our new place. Then she crossed the rainbow bridge. I live alone with the beans now.

How’s that?

That is so utterly catnip-mentholated of you to add me to the prayers. And for calling me “ one tough-a#s tortie.” You know me well evidently.I have been feeling better. I am gaining weight for the first time in 2 or 3 years. I had been a constant svelte rail but after that last bout I was more thin skin and boney.I am getting back into lithe shape.  I even am down to one pill a day instead of one and a half like I have been.I have less time at the litter and no, (whisker twitch), odoriferous blowouts anymore. Life is feeling easier.

They seem to have stopped doping me. I was feeling so groggy. I’m starting to feel like my old self a bit, but without the itchy ear or the roiling farts of thunder. When I call for food altar replacements I run away as soon as I’m sure the food will be laid down. Then I go hide under to couch in case they get any ideas about squirting any more foul tasting stuff down my mouth. So far, so good. 

The good news is that I’m getting half the throat-squirts of horrid tastes that I was. I’m sure it’s because I’ve learned to be cagey and not be caged. Since my energies are better I’ve been able to wriggle and escape a lot more often. I made a couple wrong turns when I lost my head and got backed into a closet.I miss my petting but I can’t risk getting toweled and get that ick down my throat. I’ll do all my cuddling as body contact on their heads while they’re asleep instead.

I didn’t know there was moderation here. Now I’ve  let all your words thru. How great-hearted you all are! I’m feeling ever so petted.

I told you all I was getting old. Time does fly faster when you’re older. I have been to the vet a lot. I had to become a camel again for a while because I wasn’t feeling so great and water is too boring when you feel low, and beans don’t let me have vodka.  I had had ear infection again. There were more drops for my ears to shake out. I am on pills for thyroid, pills for arthritis and now for kidney disease. My food had more pills than chicken these days. Here I am at my last visit to the vet.  

The birds are migrating. That gives me lots to do around home. 

Proof of being alive is the way I can fill a room with stink. I let one rip. Fatty food tastes so good tho. I won’t eat anything else.

 This whole online things seems to be getting harder as I get older. My beans took a picture of me but I don’t remember how to get into flickr to paste it.