Home Sweet Home....

Aaaah, I'm home again. After a miserable night at the dog's house, I couldn't take it, he couldn't take it, and my human couldn't take it - I don't know what she was thinking, expecting me to spend the weekend with that, that...loud and over zealous pup.

Maybe I could've handled it if he was a bit calmer about the whole thing, but noooo...when I just wanted to quietly check him out from a few feet away, he'd just get all impatient and start barking and lunging at me. My human says he just wanted to play, but he just couldn't do it on my terms, could he?

Well...as you all know, I am queen of the universe, and if someone doesn't play by my rules, they just don't play, period. That includes dogs.

Now, I bet you're wondering what happened last night. Well....I could need a whole lot of therapy (or at least a big bag of turkey flavoured Temptations), but I'll tell you, because that dog's probably telling everybody that I'm the one who was being difficult.

When my human brought me to the dog's house, she put me in the bathroom to collect myself - as I said before, I hate travelling. She had my food and my treats and my toys, and my catnip pillow...give my human credit for one thing, she does know how to pack even if she does choose horrible destinations. Once I'd settled in for awhile, she brought the dog over to sniff at me under the door. Man, did he stink! I mean, I always knew that dogs were smelly critters, but whoa, dude, have another dentabone!

Anyway, from across the door he didn't seem too bad. She took him away and opened the door for me. I thought for awhile about whether or not I should come out, but she seemed to have the dog under control so I figured, why not? I crept down the hallway and got my first good look at the new digs - making a mental note of all the possible escape routes in case the dog tried to eat me.

Things were fine for awhile - I found a quiet perch on the back of the couch from which to keep an eye on the pooch. My human brought him closer and I gave him a couple of love taps just to let him know to keep his distance. Which he did. For a while. But every ten or fifteen minutes or so, he'd get bored of just watching me and would bark at me and drop toys in front of me....like I want to play with his slobbery toys? (Actually, I like that some of them squeak...I wonder if my human can get me one of those...a clean one, of course!).

He'd bark, I'd hiss. He'd back off, I'd back off. So it would continue for hours. Eventually, I decided to take a closer look at him, and I thought I'd made it very clear that I meant to do so on my terms...but every time I'd approach, he'd start barking and jumping and trying to lick me again.

Tell me, how hard is it to figure out that he just needs to chill? I mean, can't he see it's hard enough for me to agree to sniff a DOG and that if I'm willing to do so, maybe he ought to just settle down and let me check him out?

By bedtime, we still had not made our peace. I retreated to the bathroom and the dog went to bed...with my human!!! Once I thought he was asleep I thought I would go join her, you know, in case the dog thought he could claim her...but he tried to pounce on me as soon as I snuck out of the bathroom. I escaped under the bed but he just kept pacing and sticking his head under the bed, calling me out.

Yeah right!

Finally, my human, sensing my distress, rescued me and agreed to bring me home where I belong.

And now, I'm going for a much needed nap...who sleeps when they're at a dog's house anyway?

Bailey

$#!^$!^ Dog!!!

What did I do to deserve this?

First, my human packs up my things. Then, she puts me in my carrier (I hate my carrier, and hopefully she'll remember that after the scratches I left in her arms and hands). I thought I was going to the vet or something because I only go in my carrier if I'm going to the vet. As we left the house, I yelled as loud as I could to her that I feel FINE, and there's no need to see the doctor.

When we stopped, I realized right away that this wasn't the vet's office. Even worse! She brought me to the DOG's house!

She put me in the bathroom where the dog can't reach me, but that still hasn't kept that smelly, slobbering, mutt from trying his darndest to check me out. Look, Buster, I'm a lady, and I don't much like your wet, cold nose in places it doesn't belong, so BEAT IT!! Hissing....does not mean try harder! (Typical man....hmpf...)

And while you're at it, stop barking at me. Do you really think you scare me? I may be hiding from you, but let's make one thing clear. It's not because I am afraid.

I am restraining myself. For now.

Better sleep with one eye open, kid, if you think you're sleeping with my human.

Hmpf.

Unbelievable. The Dog's house. I thought she said she loved me.

*sighs*

Bailey

My new favorite toy...

We had houseguests last weekend, and wisely, they came bearing gifts for the lady of the house. (That would be ME, in case you all forgot).

This one is my new personal favorite - a purple fuzzy spider-like thing with bells. The constant jingling drives my human crazy.

Here's a picture of me toting it around the house...





And one of me plucking out the fuzz...another favorite pasttime that leaves a mess for my human to clean up...(that's what humans are for, you know...mustn't let them forget it).






Playing tug of war with my human....





Finally - I caught it, and I'm KEEPING it!!



Bailey

Dude, where's my catnip?

Whoa...pop quiz:

Is it:

a) Just me

OR

b) is the room spinning just a little?

If you answered A, you need some of what I got!! Wonderful pillowy catnippy goodness!!!

Don't believe me - watch the video

I'd love to stay and chat but I gotta fly....while I still have wings!

Byeeeee!

Bailey

Finally - food for carnivores!!

As I've established in earlier posts, breakfast is my favorite time of day. Second breakfast and third breakfast are pretty good too, but whichever breakfast it is, it better be tasty.

The problem with cat food is that it's full of corn and wheat and stuff that cats don't need. My usual food, Iams Original with Ocean Fish and Rice, is better than most in that it at least has more meat in it, but it's still chalk full of corn meal. Y'all, do I look like a herbivore?

I used to get some canned food (my favorite was turkey or chicken chunks in gravy) with my kibble, but my human won't let me have it anymore because of the whole contaminated wheat gluten fiasco. So...it's just boring old kibble with corn for me now.

Until today. Today, my human gave me a new kind of food. It's called Orijen, and it's yummy. My human likes it too, because it's made in Alberta from ingredients produced in Alberta. And it is grain free. That's right - no corn, no wheat, no melamine! It's 75% fresh meat (not meat by-products), 25% vegetables, and 100% delicious.

Speaking of which, I gotta go - all this talk of food is making me hungry....

Try it..you''ll like it. Remember, if cats were meant to eat Corn Flakes, there wouldn't be a rooster on the box!

Bailey

That dang dot, continued...

In case you missed part one, click here.

Now really, I think the human is mocking me. She's making a sham of my impeccable reputation as a hunter. Slightly mad indeed...hmpf...takes one to know one. Crazy human...

Go ahead...go ahead and laugh...

(video will open in a new window...but only because my human is too inept to figure out how to help me embed it in my blog....please forgive her, she's only human...)

I'm disgraced.

Bailey

When in doubt, sleep...