I finally quit kicking, and let my leg relax, which kinda felt good. Sure, they can laugh - this never happens to them. What’s even more embarrassing is having those stupid cows watching me. I kicked and I kicked and I kicked, but the loop wouldn’t fall off. He pulled my foot off the ground even though I didn’t want to lift it up, so I kicked. Then I heard him say something like, “They can teach themselves a lesson better than we can teach it to them.
I tried to knock him down, but when he said he was OK, I knew I had to step up my game, so I wouldn’t let him pick up my back foot. I was tied to a tree by my head! Really?! I let him do one front foot, and then decided to show myself.īut. So then I got mad, and decided I didn’t want to be nice to the farrier. It was gonna be OK until Dad made me eat this stuff he calls “wormer”. (But don’t tell Mom and Dad I think that.)Īnd although I’ve done it before, today I just didn’t feel like it. You don’t trip on things as much, and it’s easier walking. It does feel good to get your feet cleaned off and trimmed up. You see, Chip wears shoes, but I don’t have to, so Chip has to deal with this guy more often than I do. I wonder if I’ll still like naps this much in another 5 years? 2 Comments Posted in Cats, Gidget Suffering IndignitiesĬhip likes the guy, for whatever reason, and usually Chip is the only one who has to deal with him. īut Mom doesn’t seem to mind, and she still lets me help when I wake up again. She usually needs help keeping her fabric stash in line. She takes enough embarrassing pictures of me, usually while I’m sleeping and can’t do anything about it. I wouldn’t let Mom take my picture today. Here’s my birthday picture on my first birthday. I see nothing wrong with it, so I keep working on her.
As I think is only right, for heaven’s sake!Īnd it’s my main goal in life to convince Mom to just hold me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Mom says I’m only an indoor cat because I got off to such a rough start outside that she and Dad felt sorry for me and brought me indoors to save my life. Today is my birthday, and I’m five years old. I can’t be the Queen, because Miss Kitty is already the queen, so I’m the Princess, but that’s all right. I’m really wondering how long a “while” really is. These are all crimes, and now I must pay. Without my baby.īut the Cowboy says that baby isn’t mine, and I can’t just go stealing other cow’s children, and tearing down fences, and going places I’m not supposed to.
That dog of his, and that beastly yellow horse. I hollered and hollered, but the Cowboy caught me redhoofed, racing back and forth across the pond bank, in a pasture where he says I wasn’t supposed to be.īut I was desperate - looking for my adopted child. So I felt sorry for the baby, and I tried to go get her back. It’s not mine, but its mother wasn’t paying any attention to it, so I adopted it.īut those other cows were only visiting, and that cow went home, and took my baby with her. I don’t know how long a “while” is, but I maintain I was only doing what any good mother would do. Says I was living up to my name, Calamity Jane. The Cowboy, who runs this place, says I was bad. Over time, I’m hoping the horrible memory will fade, and I can patch things up with Mom, and things will get back to normal. I mean, I love her and all, but how could she have done this to me? And I know she needs my help with her sewing, and I have that job to do, so I can’t just leave her, even if she did treat me so poorly. I’ve been sticking close to Mom, but trying not to make eye contact. I had to nap all afternoon to get over it, and even then, the memory is just still so fresh. I cried “Ow! Ow! OoooI was never so relieved in all my life to see my house again! And my biggest fear was that perhaps Mom was going to leave me there, but she stuffed me back into the torture cage, and back into the truck, and off we went again. I’m so terribly insulted over this entire ordeal. she put liquid in my ears! Trying to drown me, I think. I mean, I haven’t even scratched Mom in a long time, and then still, I’m treated this way?Īs if being stuck wasn’t bad enough, she made me drink some horrible yellow liquid from what I could tell it was made of worms. Who does that? What did I ever do to deserve such treatment? We stopped at a little building and she took me inside, and showed me to a woman who talked to Mom over my head, and then STUCK ME with a NEEDLE! Can you imagine? she put me and the contraption into the truck and carried me away from my home!
My mother, my very own mother, stuffed me into it against my will, and then carried me OUTSIDE!Īnd then. Gidget here, to tell you about an awful experience I had recently.ĭo you see this contraption here? This objet de torture?
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