Saturday, July 27, 2013

V.E.T. (ick)

I have just escaped the carrier.  You can see I am not too happy about this. I kept trying to get away by jumping up on mom and dad's shoulders in the office.  Heck, I even jumped up on the V.E.T.'s shoulder trying to get away. But no.

She stabbed me.  She trimmed my claws.  She wanted to take a blood sample because of my age, I'm 10 now, but I wouldn't let her.

I don't know who these people think they are, but they are certainly not allowed around me!

Zazou just sort of cowered and tried to make herself flat as a rug, but that didn't work for her too well.  She didn't have them try to take a blood sample, she's only 8....

-- Calypso.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

stretchy Wednesday

Life is hard when I have to find room on my pillow between boxes and papers...

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Hair stylist she is not!

I was happily lying on dad's lap, when Calypso hopped up too.  She'll normally sit on his chest when I'm there, but for some reason, she decided to start changing my fur-style! I was mostly asleep when this was going on, but when she was done my fur went everyway.  It took my hours to get it back to normal!

-- Zazou