The Dog Days of Summer

Yes, they are called the DOG days because only a dog would enjoy this HEAT! Perhaps you have not seen my gorgeous fur coat that I sport, but it is a quite heavy, thick fur coat. Heat + my luxurious fur does not = comfort in the summer. As much as I make fun of Helton for her fur not growing back where she was shaved for surgery, I bet she is a much cooler kitteh than I am. For a while there, I didn't think that mom was ever going to turn on the air-conditioning, but now she has caved and runs it a little more frequently. She says it's because she's pregnant and hot, but deep down I am sure it is to keep my handsome self comfortable.

Helton is still getting preferential treatment even though we all KNOW she's just playing it up to get it. She gets special food and gets to eat it up on the counter. She gets a needle shoved into her twice a week with fluids and because she's oh-so-good about that, she gets extra treats. And then once a week they shove some crushed up pill in water down her throat. I bet it's tuna flavored. Lucky bitch.

I still enjoy chasing Vinny around. He gets so upset and runs to mom or dad to complain, but come on - have you seen lardass? He NEEDS the exercise. I'm doing him a favor. Duh.

Only 3 more months until us kittehs do not take top billing in this household. This kid had better be pretty cute or else I might demand more attention.

On a side note, here is a picture from my favorite website. It shows how nice our humans can be to us kittehs in our time of need. My mom and dad would do the same for us.