Hope's Stories

My name is Hope and these are the stories of my daily comings and goings.

31 octubre 2005

If it ain't baroque. . .

Grandpa took me to the vet today. He said that I needed to get "fixed." I was glad that they took me, since my tongue had been hurting something aweful for the past several days. I hadn't been eating or cleaning or talking. They gave me some medicine and said that I had an infection. They also said that I would have to wait a week and a half to get fixed. I was thinking that they caught the problem with my tongue, so what else could they be fixing? Had I been a bad kitty? The good part of the day was that I got raw tuna and raw beef and. . . I got to see Dad for a few hours. I thought he was going to take me home, but he said that I had to get fixed first. Why can't I just go home to get better?

18 octubre 2005

finally

Well, Mom and Dad have decided to legitimize their relationship, probably on my account. That seems good. Right now, my greatest concern is my aunt molly, a beagle wanna be, who keeps trying to sniff my butt at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Gross!!! I hope that Mom and Dad come back soon from Berlin to rescue me!

07 octubre 2005


I may look plenty cute when I am sitting on the chair, but try to touch me and I will skin your hand!

05 octubre 2005

Tom, Dick, Harry, and Window

Last night Dad opened the window. I guess with all of the hot weather, he decided to air out the place. Well, when he wasn't looking, I crawled up and was out on the back stoop. Free! At last! Then I realized that I was hungry, and thirsty, and LONELY! So I sat there and started to cry. Why was I out here? I wanted to be back in my cozy house with my toys. Finally Dad heard me and started calling my name. I thought I was safe, but he didn't come out. I heard noise behind the bathroom window, though. At last, Mom came out and scooped me up and brought me in to the house. What an interesting time. So red ribbon, what are we going to do today? The same thing we do every day! Try to take over the apartment!

03 octubre 2005

Daddy is a punk rocker

Dad rocks out and, to help him get the image right, I decided to pierce his nose. I waited until he was fast asleep and WHAP!!! I got him through the nasal septum.