V.E.T stuff and dat new kitteh wot's in our house!

Yawn. Oh, Hai! I was just takin' a nap. I has some news, though!

That black kitteh's name is Fancy, and she's been real sick. Mom had to take her to the V.E.T yesterday. You wanna know sumfin' else? We had to go to the V.E.T too, and we weren't even sick! Dat's not fair. We had to get shots, but we were brave mancats and didn't make a fuss, or anyway Cheddar didn't. I howled and tried to get away from, I mean tried to attack the V.E.T people, just to give 'em what for!

Anyway, we went to the V.E.T a different day than Fancy cause we are not sick and she is. She won't eat, and Mom was worrit. So, anyways, the V.E.T. gave Fancy sub Q tane EE uz fluids (dat's like water under the skin, ewww) and gots her shots up-to-date, too, and then gave Mom a Pill Popper gun thing, 'cause even the vet couldn't get Fancy to take the icky liquid medicine stuff! Dat's a neat trick. She has to show us how she keeps her mouth closed. I want to know how she can spit pills out really far, too! Mom said some bad words the first time Fancy did that! But she got Fancy to swallow one next time, so Mom's not so sad and stressed out now.

That black Fancy kitteh sure seems to be feelin' a lot better, too. Dose liquids helped a lot. Mom put a huge-midi-fyer in her room to help her breathe through her stuffed-up nose. She still won't eat, but dat's good 'cause we get the food she doesn't want, and Mom is tryin' lots of stinky goodness stuff! Nom nom nom. Mom even tried salmon and left-over steak from the beans' trip to the restaurant. I guess Fancy just won't eat 'til she's betterer than she is now. The V.E.T said to give it a couple days and see. Fancy's drinkin' water, tho, and she purrs a lot and she even lets the beans pet her ALL the time, which is just suckin' up if you ask me.

Anyway, I fink maybe she is startin' to unnerstand dat WE are da mancats and she has to respeckt us and stuff. I chased her and stuff and she doesn't even hiss back. And she was pretty tough with the V.E.T. So, you know, she's not DAT terrible.

Oh, and Mom says THANK YOU to all the wunnerful kittehs and their Moms and Dads dat gave us advice! We are gettin' along a little better now, specially since that sock thing! We has to sleep and eat in different places, though, cause she is sick.

Colby

P.S. I want to say thanks too! The bruvvers aren't quite so mean and scary at me now!--Fancy

Fancy Wednesday

Um...hi, efurrybody. I'm Fancy. I'm the new kitty over here at the Cheezits.

I'm really not a bad kitteh, I promise! I just need a new home.

See, I had a home, and then my 'family'...well, they moved. Without me and my brother. They just left us at the shelter. *sigh* And then, my bruvver got 'dopted, but I didn't, and I was by msyelf.

But when the Cheezits' Mom saw me, she said, "You need bruvvers. I know some bruvvers dat need a sister, too!" So she took me home wif her, and I'm very grateful.

Cause I even hab a head cold right now, and by nose is stuffed ub, and I have to take the icky medicine, and I was feeling kinda down all by myself, all sick and missing my bruvver and stuff. I was really lonely. So I'm real happy to have a new home! And I been tryin' real hard to make furriends wif the Cheezits.

Except I don't think the Cheezits want me here furry much. I hasn't even growled at them, but boy have they growled and hissed at me! And Colby even swatted at me a couple times. I'm trying to keep my cool and let them know that I don't want to make trouble, but it's hard! So, if you have any advice for me and Mom and the Cheezits, dat would be great!

Oh, and I know's you are the Cheezits' furiends, but could you maybe please be my furiend, too? I could sure use some.

Thanks,
Fancy

Oh NOES! An Intruder!

Dis is me, Cheddar. Sumfin's happened, and I don't like it one bit!

Let me get myself togedder here. Deep breath.
Okay.

So, here's what's going on. Mom went to take the check for the Pet Rescue Raffle fundraiser you all helped us with to the shelter.

We raiseded $151.82 green papers for the shelter, btw. Is dat good? Well, Mom says every little bit helps, and the shelter was furry glad to get the green papers! She says dey are furry happy wif us.

So, anyway, she came back, of course, and she had a big box o'sumfin.

With airholes.

And den she took the big box o'sumfin out on the screened porch.

And you know what I fink? I fink it must have been a cat in the box!

Cause now dere's a strange cat out there! She's all black, with green eyes. And she's all growed up, too, older dan me and Colby.

She's kinda pretty, actually--but she is ON MY PORCH!

Dis is capital-N Not good, furiends! What should we do?

Colby is just curious 'bout her, looking out the window, but I am scareded!

Wot does this mean?!

I am NOT happy with Mom right now!