MOVIE NIGHT

I love movie night. Especially when dad's kids stay over. 

Naturally, they love me. LOVE. ME. (Like, who wouldn't, right?) I get brushed and cuddled and pet and squeezed and oohed and aahed over. As it should be.

Not only do I get to enjoy a movie, I get so many laps to choose from as they huddle on a plump air mattress-turned-makeshift sofa. I know. Don't ask. Anyway, it's a snuggle bunny's dream.

Lovin' on li'l ol' me

(Not that I'm old, mind you. ...

Not that I'm that old. ... Not that I'm~

Hey, not that it's any of your darn business!)

Recently, we watched That Darn Cat! (the original), one of my faves. 

First of all, the star D.C is purr-fectly dreamy, what with those blue eyes and solid build. He's a big boy, the kind that makes a girl feel safe. With his powerful paws, razor claws and lightning speed, D.C. practically makes mincemeat out of an FBI agent who stupidly tries to take his "finger"prints. Hysterical!

But not only does D.C. have meat on his bones, he has brains to boot, and helps the beyond-hapless FBI catch a couple of kidnapping crooks. 

Uh, huh, I'd like to be his Siamese twin, if you catch my drift. Me-wow!

           Here kitty, kitty: The dreamy D.C. (and, oh yeah, Hayley Mills, whoever) 

GOING TO THE BIRDS

Today this blog is going to the birds.

Mother snapped this pic of an emu somewhere in California, near Ojai, she thinks. ... A little bedraggled, me thinks.

When we lived in Palm Beach County, me and the other cats loved watching these little guys from our second story porch. Grandma and grandpa used to come over often to feed them bread.

Here's mama duck and some of her brood.

THE TAO OF TAZZIE

"He is a heavy eater of beef. Me thinks it doth harm to his wit." 

- Shakespeare, Twelfth Night 

I'VE SEEN BETTER DAYS

So it wasn't bad enough that we had a damn tropical storm - and another one on the way! - with all that nerve-racking rain and lightning and thunder. No. Little did I know I had scarier stuff ahead.

Today, mom plucked me from my comfy bed, stuffed me in a carrier and the next thing I knew, I was being deposited on a cold, hard surface in a bright room with strange sounds all around. The horror! (Oh, look who's a little drama queen! That was barking. - Ed.) 

A-ha! Dogs - even scarier than I thought, then.

So, yeah, in case you haven't figured it out, I was back at the vet. And I was not happy.

But all my vicious hissing somehow failed to stop Them. I was poked and squeezed in unpleasant places, I'll have you know, and even had my temperature taken. 

For all this torture, I was rewarded with some treats, which were very, very yummy. I gobbled them all up, but it was a trick. While I'm chomping away, someone sticks a needle in my back. And then another! What the - ?!

Still, as much as I hate to admit - and I hate to admit it - all this did make me feel better. It's possible, in fact, that mother may learn to give me fluids (that's what that first jab was) at home. Wouldn't be too difficult for her; she gave me insulin twice a day for six years. 

The other shot was a B-complex. That one burned a bit, but it did get me peppy.

Nevertheless, it's been a trying day.

I expect (hear that, mom!) a much better day tomorrow.

Casey comforts me