OLYMPIC DREAM DASHED

The Olympics opened yesterday and would you believe I missed it!

No, me either.

Sure I'm a little out of it, being sick and all, but what's mommy's excuse? (Um, I forgot - Editor, aka Mommy)

Someone around here needs to get her head out of her butler's pantry. By all accounts, I missed a spectacular show and heaven knows this kitty could use a little entertainment right now.

I am not happy.

All I can say is, come Christmas, I better have a DVD of it under that fake, tacky, 3-foot-tall tree they always put up!

Me sniffing

out the goods

last Christmas

LAZY DAYS

Still taking it easy. Sleeping a lot. More than usual, that is.

So I thought I'd share a video mom made of me with her ancient digital camera. I didn't know what she was doing - and you can tell when I stare daggers at her at the end. 

Yeah, it's grainy and mom's narrative is ridiculous - as if that needs to be said - but it stars me and I'm the cutest thing ever. Mommy says so, and sometimes the old lady is right. 

PAM ANDERSON'S NEW SHOW

Say what you want about Pam Anderson, but this "girl on the loose" has found a fan in me.

True, for a few years now, she's become a caricature of herself. But Pammy is no dummy; she knows she is, and she's cool enough to make fun of herself. Just check out her turn in the loooow-brow blockbuster Borat movie.

And the girl loves animals. Loves them. I'm an animal, so I take special interest in her passion.

On her new show on E!, which mom and I caught last night, she said the two things she "loves the most in life are sex and animal rights."

So Pam's a human blow-up doll. So what. She works her, um, assets off for all they're worth. And if it takes T & A to grab the attention of some barbarian BBQ-er, then I'm glad she's got the goods!

She also put her material assets to good use by putting up a ginormous warehouse full of Pamela-bilia for sale with every penny going to PETA, while her kids made money for the California Wildlife Center with a lemonade stand. Very cool!

(Side note, PETA once sent mom

roses for an item she wrote shaming

some flea-brained fur-wearing celebrity.

Also very cool.)

So mom and I will tune in for the run of her 8-part series, even if, judging by the first episode, the show is a bit of a bore. Gotta support the animal lovers!

THE TAO OF TAZZIE

“Nothing will benefit human health and increase the chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.” 

- Albert Einstein

READ THIS AND WEEP

The less I say, the better - but this piece is truly a must-read.

Please click here.

GOOD STUFF

Hello. I've taken to my bed. Doctor's orders. 

But I wanted to let all of you know that Mom finally figured out how to add links to my page. Check out some Good Stuff. And keep an eye out for more.

WEIGHING IN ON HEALTH

As I mentioned earlier, I've come down with something, which is why I've been unusually quiet.

To give you an idea,
Casey here looks like I feel!

                        Bleeech!

So Mom took me to see my doctor, who I'm sure is very nice. I'm not so sure, actually, but I am sure that I'd like her much better if she didn't poke and prod and stick things in my ears - and worse!

Get me outta here!!!

I had the whole work-up and, apparently, you can be too thin. Imagine that. Well, I guess I've just been sick of the prescription food I've been getting for so long now. Prescription food! I had no idea. Those sneaky humans.

Well, because mom wants me to put on some weight - hmmph, I bet she does - she's been buying me stuff I haven't tasted in years. Fancy, smelly stuff, swimming in gravy. To quote a foodie almost as cute as me: Yummo! (For those of you who've been living in a cat condo, that's Rachael Ray.)

It's working. A bit. I rather like the sleek new me. It's a big difference from some years ago.

(Gee, thanks a lot, mother, for posting me doing my best Jabba the Hutt impersonation. You might want to be careful, say, slipping on your shoes in the morning. Just sayin'.)

Anyway, as you can see, I was obviously a tad overweight, and that caused problems, namely diabetes. That's right. For several years, I endured twice daily injections of insulin and numerous trips to the vet.

Luckily, when I trimmed down, my need for insulin vanished along with all that extra insulation. I've been needle-free now for almost two years. Woo-hoo!