Saturday, October 14, 2006

Orangie goes on a diet

Our parents dragged us to the vets office this past week, much to our chagrin. Don't worry, it was only for a check up. was horrible.
Being shoved into that carrier...oh the horror!
Both me and my sister screamed the whole way there.
There was a new vet at the office who we hadn't seen before. She was very nice and talked about how 'Princess-like' my sister is...the biggest comments she had about ME, you ask? She wants my parents to put me on a diet. She called me chubby. The vet tech called me a 'Heavy Weight'. What is wrong with these people. I work out (play) like a fiend. How can I be overweight? My sister is the 'sedate' one of come she isn't fat? I just don't get it. The whole thing was just all too humiliating.


Sunday, October 08, 2006


Everyone around here has a big laugh at what a little chickenshit I am, right?
Well, today out of nowhere, I had a brush with braveness. It was pretty sweet.

Me and my sister were hanging out on the balcony with our mom, minding our own business, when out of the blue, my sisters boyfriend, Peachy decided to make an unannounced visit. He jumped up on our balcony to say 'Hi'...and it pissed me off.
You know, it's MY turf and all.

Peachy tried to play know, sniffing eachother and whatnot. I was having none of that crap. I puffed myself all up and had a big ol' hissy fit on his ass. You should've seen him. He was scared. I actually scared someone. I don't think Meg was impressed, but my mom told me that as much as she likes Peachy, she was proud of me for not running and hiding under the blankets.

I am such a badass.

~The cat formerly known as Wussyboy, Jack