Looking Over Alex’s Shoulder

This evening Alex wrote the following to his feline blogger comrade, Oscar:

Oh, Oscar, I am so glad you weren’t catnapped! I’m sure the experience was distressing!

I had a traumatic experience myself today. The human I own grabbed me and stuffed me in a bag and drove me to that human lady who does nasty things to me, like sticking me with needles (two today) and pushing on my rear and trimming my claws. Today she even told my human to put me on a special diet: no more Friskies with gravy!

But I am making the human I own pay! I am ignoring him (except when I am hungry) and I have taken over his computer!

Your feline comrade,

Alex

Friday Addendum

Alex has given up ignoring me. He is now more demanding of my attention than ever. He isn’t all that excited about his new diet, which was prescribed because the vet found that he is having difficulty metabolizing fats.

While reading blogs this afternoon, I found that Phishez is suspecting the cat of hiding a missing hairbrush. That thought got me thinking:

Always suspect the cat! I always suspect Alex, who enjoys walking on tables and desks and pushing whatever he can off of them. If I pull my desk away from the wall, I shall probably find a dozen or so pens, a half dozen cigarette lighters and maybe that bottle of prescription meds that disappeared between last night and this morning.