Silver Snake

A silver snake was crawling around Dad's neck while he was taking a nap. I tried to attack it and get it off of him, but I think I bit his throat in the process. Oops!

Dish Sponge

So there I was, calmly eating my dinner. Suddenly, the dish sponge sprouted legs and flew off of the sink. It took a long day of fighting, but I was finally able to lay it to rest behind the recliner in the living room. Yuck!! It tasted pretty gross! Thankfully, they leave me at home to guard the place while they are gone.

Long Night

Last night as I was getting ready to settle in, I noticed that Dad seemed to have something stuck in his throat that was wiggling each time he swallowed. Well, I know that I'm too small for doing the Heimlich maneuver, so I just jumped up and down on his throat, and, then, since that didn't work, I decided that I might have to dig it out with my claws. At one point, I must have been about to succeed, because whatever it was in there launched me through the air to the other side of the room. After that, I had to spend the rest of the night attacking dust mites that were crawling all over the room. I am ex-haus-ted!

Charybdis

She lives beside my litterbox!!

Crazy Afternoon

So, there I was, quietly napping on the couch when all of a sudden, in comes my grandparents and my aunt and uncle. What a great party it was. Everybody was playing with me and throwing toys to me. I just put up a picture of my uncle swinging food at me. Well, it was a good time. They wouldn't let me have any soda, though. Something about not being old enough. Oh well!

My uncle is taunting me with his dinner. 

Me!!!!!

Fear Me!

I am a vicious ball of claws and jaws, look out!!

Odd Things Part II

By my litter box is the closet that has a monsoon for about ten minutes each day. It is the coolest thing ever. Dad gets excited and goes and stands in the rain. I sat on the edge and wanted to join in, but the noise was just a bit too scary!

Odd Things Part I

Next to the fluffy platform. On a small table is a brown box with red lines on the front. Every nine minutes or so it starts to talk and Dad takes care of it by hitting it on the head. Well, I was quite curious the first few times that I saw this, but after about an hour of watching the process, I caught on. The next time it started to yell at Dad I walked up to it, stared it in the eye, and beat it on the head until it got quiet.

Morning with Dad

This morning it was play time and Dad didn't seem to have remembered, so I stood outside his door and called to him for about half an hour. Eventually he opened the door, but didn't seem to interested in playing. Instead he just collapsed back on the fluffy platform. Well, I went to work and tried to show him all the cool toys around him. I attacked his shoes, the funny bears by his head, the shoes, the kleenex box, the shoes, the plant, the shoes, his fingers, and his shoes. He didn't respond, so I curled up on his head to wait for him. Good thing I did, because just as I did, I noticed a piece of lint that had came to rest on his eyeball. It was probably about to eat his brains!! Well, I saved the day by coming down with a paw with claws out. He didn't seem to grateful.

Trip to the Vet

Yesterday I got to go to the vet. It was a funny smelling place. When Dad first took me into the exam room, this guy with all these holes in his face grabbed me and ran off with me. I tried my best to add to his collection, but he evaded my fierce, killer instincts. Next, the doctor came and looked at me. After a terribly embarrassing discussion about my poop, he took out the sutures and now I am free! Well, not looking forward to going back, but at least I am a bit better off now than when I went in.

Stats

For those of you out there who are wondering more about me: I am two and a half months old. My birthday is 29 Februay 2005. Now, I know, you are all shouting out right now that there was no 29 February in 2005. Well, I was just being born that day and really can't explain how it happened. It was stressful enough to take my first breath and start nursing and, honestly, I just didn't have time to ask how it happend to be a day that only comes once every four years. I weigh two pounds according to the vet, but I really do have some doubts about that. I keep standing on the scale in my apartment and it doesn't register any change. I think the vet is just trying to guilt trip me. I am all black except for this little patch of white on my throat. I also find a few white hairs throughout the rest of my coat, and am hoping that I am not prematurely greying. That could certainly be the case with the stress I am under from being chased all over the apartment with my medicine. Aaargh! That is quite a hassle. I am getting settled down for the night and content as a sparrow in my stomach when dad pulls out this awful tasting medicine. He runs after me, grabs me, and stick this tube down my throat. Sometimes I manage to escape, though. Saturday night I managed to spit it all over his shirt and this morning (yeah, he does it to me in the morning, too) I was able to put it on his foot. Then, as if this trauma were not enough, he shuts me out of the snuggly room (all these wonderful blankets and clothes and shoes) and then yells at me when I ask to come in. Now, tell me if it would really be my fault for going grey at such a young age!

Hi!

Hi! My name is Hope Jimbo Howe. It's an odd name, I agree, but let me explain. Hope comes from my birth. I was the last one born in my litter and barely made it out. Life was a struggle for me at first, but I have grown stronger and healthier (well, except for the worms, diarrhea, and rectal prolapse, but those are all on the mend). Jimbo is my middle name because my adoptive father wanted to name one of his children Jimbo and his girlfriend (my adoptive mother) told him that that was never going to happen if she was involved, so I guess I get the fallout. Howe is my last name because that is the surname of my dad now. So that is how(e) my name came to be. It's been almost a week now that I have been living at this new apartment. Now that I have a permanent home, I'm going to write stories about what I do all day.