Her Name

I don't know if The Intruder has a name yet or not. The shelter called her "Spunky" but Mom and Dad say that isn't her name.

But they are calling her something.

It started like this. Dad was teasing me about my weight. He said,

"Well Rascal. If you're overweight then you must be Little Cat X and Little Cat Y all rolled up into one."

Ha. Ha. Very funny, Dad. That's not what Dr. Seuss was talking about.

So he started calling The Intruder "Little Cat Zee."

Then Mom started calling her Catzee (as in, rhymes with Patsy).

All very pathetic, but no one has come up with anything else.

Speaking of my weight, I've got news for Dad. I went back to the V-E-T today because I needed to have my ears re-checked. They had been bothering me and Mom had gotten some ear drops when we went for my shots and check-up the other day. I did not like the ear drops at all and I did not like a second visit to the V-E-T.

While we were there I was forced onto the scale again to check my progress (whatever that is). The scale said I now weigh 15 pounds 12 and 1/2 ounces! That's a weight loss of 6 ounces without any effort on my part, (though Mom has been rationing my treats and I do have to chase the Intruder occasionally.) The V-E-T was amazed. Hmmph. We all know I'm not overweight anyway, right? Majority rules. Mom said she was amazed too, since I keep helping myself to The Intruder's food. But The Intruder helps herself to my food too, so we're even on that score.

Now, if I can only get her to let me take a nap in peace.