I got a bit of a shock today. Turns out I'm not so indestructible as I liked to believe. Bone marrow cancer. That's what I've got. The prognosis is "guarded" (which means "not good" is a helluva understatement). No options for treatment. Barely any options for management. I'm so anemic I could keel over at … Continue reading Diary of a DevilCat: This is Chenna, signing out
Instead of dreamy days in the sunshine, my Christmas involved pain and blood and terror. There is this Bullycat, you see, who is trying to take over my garden. He's mostly white, with bits of grey and black, and shaggy ears. Every day he can be found in my garden, mostly just passing through, his … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: Worst Christmas ever
It's been ages since I got to write a blog post. By the cat gods, Ellen can be so mean. You've all missed me, right? But I suppose life has been same old same old... Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl. Actually, I've been doing a lot of growling. Ellen's developed this incredibly annoying habit of inviting … Continue reading Diary of a devilcat: Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl.
Worst. Week. Ever. Last week, that is. Or, rather, the last three weeks. We were invaded again by a dog. (Buddy -- Smelly, yappy, panting thing.) And this time he was not content with stealing my food... this time he STOLE MY BED! Unbelievable. Just because I get to sleep in Ellen's bed whenever I want... … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: One Buddy I do NOT want in my bed
Bah! Dog. At least I think it's a dog. Smelly, yappy, panting thing. Here. In my house. On my couch. Polluting my garden. Drinking my water. EATING MY FOOD. It came on Tuesday. Its name is Buddy. It -- oh, all right, he -- has completely taken over the house. His stuff is everywhere, all … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: Canine invasion
Says Chenna the devilcat: Capricious. That's what she called me! Recalcitrant too. Like there are rules I'm supposed to be following. Where, may I ask, does it say I have to sleep in the same place all the time? Is there some lodging contract I signed? (No!) Is there a notice on the wall? (No!) … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: I’ll sleep where I damn well want
Says Chenna the devilcat: Ellen is letting me write the WANAFriday post today, because the estimable Liv Rancourt has acknowledged that "cats run the internet" and challenged humans to post about their favourite pets, real or imaginary. She might just be my new favourite person... Well, I can assure you I am very much real … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: Beware my Evil Eye
Says the devilcat: Here's the thing. Normally I get just two meals a day. Meager meals. One in the morning and one in the evening. And always the same food -- some expensive dry concoction to stop me from getting urinary tract infections. It's really all rather dull. In the morning, I have to sit on Ellen's … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: How to get more food
Picture this: me, face down in my carry case... a fluffy rug on top of me... Ellen holding me down by the shoulders... the vet nurse holding down my hind legs under a second towel... the vet peels back a corner of the rug and jabs not one, but TWO separate needles into my back. … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: Telling the vet what’s what
Ha! Chenna here. I'm back! It's taken a great deal of coaxing and smooching, but Ellen has finally let me back near the keyboard . . . er, that is, she's letting me type something rather than merely batting me away (rather ineffectually, I might add). Today it's time for a little lesson in how … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: How to be helpful
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