Don't Push Tibs Too Far!

I’m usually a pretty laid-back kitty, but Rich sometimes just goes a little too far and then I can be one really mean pussy cat.  Last night, I was having some innocent fun in my Chili’s-to-go paper bag when Rich started bugging me.  Then he got all bent out of shape because I was able to draw a little blood.  What did he expect?  He keeps teasing me with that stupid red light and it’s driving me up the walls.  The old guy says he thinks it’s time I got my claws clipped again, so I guess I’ll be going to the vet pretty soon and trying out my new pet carrier.  It will be nice to see where we’re going instead of being stuck inside that old cardboard carrier.

Tibs' New Cat Carrier

It’s been quite a while since the old guy helped me write a blog, but there really hasn’t been much happening lately.  Rich has been gone quite a bit and the old guy doesn’t do much except sleep, eat and take his pills.  Of course, I can’t really complain.  Now that I’m no longer a little kitty, I like to sleep a lot and just lay around.

However, miracles never cease!  The old guy finally broke down and bought me a decent pet carrier for my trips to the vet.  The old cardboard carrier was getting pretty worn out and I was getting much to big for it.  I was afraid I was going to fall out of the bottom, but I think this is going to be a lot better.  I’ll be able to see where we’re going when they put me in the car and it’s actually big enough for me to stretch out and even take a snooze if I want.  I’m almost looking forward to my next visit to the vet