Ziva Versus the Vet

So, Mom took me to the vet today. Something about a sore that isn’t just as simple as letting me take care of it myself.

My thoughts: EVIL!

First she packed me up into the cat carrier, which is just WRONG! When Mom takes me away for a couple hours, she puts the leash on me…she doesn’t put me in the carrier! Should have been my first clue.

Then, she brought me to this strange place, and they said something about me sneezing so I had to go outside to go to this cold, sterile room with nothing comfy in it, and stupid fuzzy music on the radio.

Then…some lady came in and told Mom she doesn’t flea me enough. I don’t know what she is talking about. I think Mom fleas me far too often! She made me stay on this cold metal table, and she but me on this white thing she called a “scale” and…she…got a bit friendly while saying something about…”checking temperatures.”

I felt better when Mom put my leash back on me. I felt like I was being taken care of and spent the next few minutes, pretty sure it was actually hours, under Mom’s chair.

That was when that woman came in.

She seemed cool at first. Talked nice and calm. Then…she took me from Mom!! She did bad things to me! I’m telling you, those people there have some epic personal space issues!!! I told Mom we should file some legal things against them, but she told me it was all “for my own good.” They brainwashed her, I’m sure of it.

If I never see that place and that woman again, it will be too soon!

Course, if that wasn’t enough…Mom left her keys in the house. So, I had to go to this lunch for her supervisor. There was this dog there. I’m not sure what I think of her. She was quite sure she wanted to know who was in the cage…but I’m not sure I wanted to know who she was! I’ve known dogs. They’re really not that awesome. But…not necessarily all that bad either. I’ll probably never see her again though, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

Mom dumped the water bowl in my carrier before we left. Silly woman should have known paper bowls should not hold liquid forever. Got my fur all nice and soaked. * sigh *

I am home now, however, and that is all that matters. My town house. My bed. My box. My FOOD!

And…no…strangers!

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So…Ziva’s fine, mostly. She got an antibiotic shot for her sore.

She cried and cried when the doctor took her out of my sight. I felt like a mother who couldn’t be with her baby through a scary time….! She was definitely glad to see me when she came back. She’ll never admit it, but she actually didn’t try to leave my arms and kept her head tucked under my chin.

Otherwise…she was like a completely different cat. Didn’t cause much trouble at all, and the vet said she didn’t really do any damage with her claws either. Totally weird.

After all the vet stuff happened, she seemed a bit more…calm, while being scared. So long as she was in the carrier, she could handle anything, including Marsha’s dog Kihoto.

One thing is for sure…it made her a bit more curious by the time she got home.

What Ziva doesn’t know…is that she has another appointment right before Thanksgiving – just a checkup.

And…then some vaccinations will be had between now and the end of February…but…that’s besides the point.

Heh. -.-‘

Ziva and the Missing Bowtie

Has anyone seen my Bow-tie?! 6’2.75″…skinny…kind of a light…beige color with some brown and blue….

Why is Mom laughing at me?

What could I possibly be missing?

Oh…right…picture!

He would seem to be missing. I have looked all over for him, but to no avail! Mom thought the moon was causing my crazy the other night….WRONG!

I got a Facebook account JUST so I could ask Stormy if he’d seen him. Course…I had to threaten it out of him. He seems to think he’s better than me. I do believe I own him.

I am not sure why Mom says Stormy and Bow-tie know each other. Obviously…he does not. She be crazy.

If you have seen my Bow-tie, please let me know! I miss him!

Oh yeah, and so does Mom.

I Moved!

After spending three days doing nearly nothing but hiding under my bed, and three days of acclimating, I have finally come to an understanding: this is home.

Yes, that is right. Mother has moved me, again. This time, to a REAL castle. I’m still a little unsure of it, but I think I could get used to it. It’s definitely far better than the smaller one we were in before. I suppose she was right.

Mom has these new tables in the living room now. They’re right in front of the windows, as is the new couch. I like the location of the new couch, though not the location of the bedroom windows. They are far too high off the ground even the bed is too low. Also, there is no space for me to walk on the ledge! Too thin! Mom needs to put something like another dresser under the second one so I can look into the courtyard, or what she keeps calling the back yard. Also, there’s not enough space on the desk for me for some reason. This must be remedied. I need my sleeping place right next to Mom’s laptop! It’s just not right!

Mom seems to be getting busier as well. She keeps leaving. Silly woman. Doesn’t she know she’s supposed to stay home with me? What is this “money” thing she seems to think she needs to earn?

She left me alone two nights in a row over the weekend…with a STRANGER! And the stranger slept IN MY BED! I thought the end of the world had come for sure! Abandoned! All I had was The Other One! I stayed with him or under my bed all night both nights! Had to sneak through the room to get my food and use the restroom! It’s just not right!

And she’s gone again today. Its me and The Other One today. Mom left at noon-thirty, then came back for a split second, snatched the laptop, phone, and iPod and vanished back out the door. That money thing. I’m having to settle for the Android that Bow-Tie gave her a couple months ago. It has a short battery life. She could have at least left me the iPod! * sigh *

Oh well, the windows in the living room are open, and The Other One is here to order around. I think I may take some naps while I’m at it. Ah, the life of an Empress. =^_^=

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Yes, Ziva has it right. We have moved. We’ve been in the new house for about a week and already had company. Jamey’s mother was here, and his sister popped in and out a couple times. Ziva was quite sure she didn’t want anything to do with them. Except the last day she came out a couple times into the living room despite the stranger.

We’re basically all unpacked, except for a few boxes in the spare room. We got a new couch, and some tables and lamps. After moving in there’s a need for some vacuuming and mopping that needs done, then it’ll look FANTASTIC! There’s still some things we could use. We need some curtains, at least for the three bedrooms. It’s a little weird having neighbors across the street that can see in the high up window of Jamey’s when he’s changing. Heh. I’ve got a blanket and a sheet over my two for now.

We also need some other things, but otherwise…I’m THRILLED! I love it! Shower is normal size, and has a tub. I’ve got plenty of cupboards and closets, counter space, a fully working stove, an ice maker in the freezer, a garage, a basement, and a fenced in back yard. And it’s bright. White walls, off white floors. ^_^

Full internet should be ours Monday night, then we’re completely set up except those few boxes and things we’d like to have. Ziva is adapting very well, far better than the first move away from the others. I’ve got a job starting in a little over a week. If I’m lucky, I should be listed as a student at my university again. And we are in this awesome house. Yup, things are looking up!