Abby Normal: On Christmas day, something extraordinary happened. When Ms. C and Mr. R returned from visiting family, someone else came with them. Someone with four legs. Someone with fur. Someone who meowed and smelled funny!
We could not believe it. Even though she weighs a lot less than we do, we were a little bit scared! Her name is Styx. Ms. C took her to the vet this week (ha ha!!).
Styx: Hello! I am Styx. I am a tabby, although I have a classic silver pattern, unlike Abby, who has a dark brown mackerel print. Suits her since she is such a fish lover, though I don't mind a nice piece of tuna, myself. Here I am at the vet before I knew what they were going to do. Trying to take my temperature? NO WAY. I made sure I let them know how much I did not appreciate being vaccinated.
(at the vet)
Styx: Screeeeech!! Raaaawwwaarrr! SCREEEEEEEEECH! (kicking)
Ms. C: She's afraid!
The vet: (chuckling) Oh, no, she's not afraid. She's mad. The vet is right! I am not afraid of anything. I lived for a month on a farm after some people just left me there, and I held my own with every farm cat. I brought the people voles. And I conquered the hearts of Ms. C and Mr. R (but I have my heart set on Mr. R....) because I am a very determined cat. Nothing will stop me from getting the love and warmth I want.
The first thing I did when I arrived in my new home (let me emphasize that it's
mine) was to use the litterbox. YEAH! I have my own box! And I can sleep
anywhere I want. If there is another cat there, well, if I want that spot, it's
mine. I may only be 7 pounds and a year old, but they know that I am top cat.