I can't believe we've all survived this long...

Mommy went to Florida to see Grandma after she had surgery. She's been gone since Sunday and Daddy is in charge of taking care of all of us. Mommy had to leave him detailed instructions on who gets what medications and all that stuff...since the dogs here are medical disasters. At least he's remembering to feed me, which is the most important thing, for sure! I was hoping I could con him into ordering some pizza or maybe giving me one of those stinky sardines the dogs get...but no such luck.

Kinzi

That's IT! I QUIT!!!!!!

Some of you know that Mommy made a sign for my cage that says "NO FAT JOKES...a year ago I weighed 27 pounds and now I weigh 17". Well...apparently there are alot of humans who can't read so they still point and laugh and call me fat. As much as Mommy jumps in and snarls at them and lectures them about my progress and how a fat cat isn't funny...today at Petco, some feral child asked if I was a MUTANT! This happened right around the same time a lady asked if Shelter to Home could take her 2 leftover beagle puppies that she wasn't able to sell. I thought Mommy was going to blow a gasket!!! And I'm sure glad she said no cuz the last thing we need are baby beagles running around our house. I have a hard enough time defending my room against the old geezer beagles we already have!!!!

Kinzi

Another public appearance?????

Geez...isn't having this blog enough? Do I really have to go spend my Saturday sitting in a cage at Petco while people point at me and say thing about how chubby I am? Won't someone pleeeeze adopt me and put an end to this? Saturdays are for watching Football, anyway...not sitting at Petco!

Kinzi

PS...Go Buckeyes! (Mommy made me say that!)

Oh the shame...

This is Elliott. He had to go to the vet today for his annual shots and rumor has it that he got so upset he pooped right on the table during his exam! He won't be able to pull off his "tough guy" routine around here anymore of word of that gets out. Oops...it's on my blog so I guess the word is out! haha

Notice the giant dog behind Elliott in the photo? That's a giant "Quincy" that Mommy painted at the pottery place. I still think the bowl with my face on it is better!

Kinzi

Free cat with the purchase of a bowl!

Mommy has totally lost her marbles now. She's saying if someone pays $115 for this bowl, they get me free with their purchase. How about we let someone just buy the bowl and then we use the money to buy more snacks and catnip toys! How about that??? Oh well...since nobody is gonna pay that much for a bowl Mommy painted, it looks like I've got myself a new food bowl for my collection.

Yesterday I was forced to spend the day outside at the Paws in the Park adoption event. Lots of my friends came to visit me and lots of people I don't even know talked to me. I hope the folks at PAWS made lots of money to help build their spay/neuter clinic.

Kinzi

Quick...call the Fire Department...

I thought I was being all cute and atheletic so I climbed this stupid cat tree...now I'm stuck up here. So...call the Fire Department to come get me down (& tell them to send the cute Firemen!!). Ugh...how embarassing. Naturally Mommy was right there with the camera, as always!

Kinzi

What did you call me???

Mommy called me a new word...instead of the usual stuff like Chubster, Chubba-wubba, KK, or wiggle-butt...she called me "available". That doesn't sound much like a term of endearment to me! I think that means she's trying to get rid of me! Then she says I have to go to some event this weekend called "Paws in the Park". I'm all for making public appearances for my adoring fans...but I'm not sure what Mommy is up to with all this "available" business. What exactly is it that I'm available for? Dinner dates???? Jillian says it means I'm available for adoption! I hope there's a family out there who agrees that Fat Bottom Girls make the rockin' world go round!

Kinzi

Smile...and the whole world smiles with you!

Yes, I know...I'm letting another pesky beagle be on my blog. This is Quincy...otherwise known as "Momma's Boy, Bubby-Wubby, or the Quinster". It's no secret that he's Mommy's favorite around here. You'd think the dog walks on water or something. Even Mommy's friends are in love with him and go on and on about his big, soft ears. Blah blah blah! My whole body is big and soft...what about ME!!!!!!!!!!!

There's a reason I'm being nice and letting him be on my blog. We found out recently that Quincy has an aggressive type of cancer. It showed up out of nowhere and blindsided all of us. Mommy has gone in to panic mode and is trying all the stuff listed in some book called "the Dog Cancer Survival Guide", hoping it slows down or shrinks Quincy's tumor. She's giving him all sorts of supplements and really good stuff to eat like cottage cheese, blueberries, and sardines! What do I get??? You guessed it...plain 'ol hypoallergenic kibble. Whoop-di-do!

Anyway...so that's the reason there isn't a new pesky beagle foster dog here. Mommy is avoiding Petfinder so she's not tempted. She says Quincy is her current "special needs" pup. I'm glad about that because the fewer dogs to break into my room, the better!

Kinzi

Oh nooooo.......

Well...football season isn't off to a good start. Mommy's beloved Colts got beat up pretty badly today. Good thing it wasn't on TV so we didn't have to witness the horror with our own eyes! How about you, Winston...how bad was it at your house?

Kinzi

Drumroll please......

Mommy hauled me into the bathroom today and forced me to get on the scale. I put up a good fight and I think my toenails even tore a hole in the shirt she was wearing. (Sorry, Mommy!) Anyway...after all my kicking and screaming, it turned out to not be so bad! The scale says I'm down to 17.6 pounds! I don't know what Mommy's always screaming about in the mornings. She is always in the bathroom yelling that the #*%Y#$)%^@ scale is a piece of %#&@!!!! Today the scale seemed to be in a very good mood...for a change! Maybe Mommy is just warming up her swearing skills for when football starts.

Kinzi

Where oh where has my Starsky gone???

What? He's adopted??? Seriously? He just got here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You mean that nice family that was here visiting us kidnapped him right out from under my nose and I didn't even notice??? Boy...they're good!! I hope Starsky is happy in his new home. I guess Jillian and I will have to go back to playing "Go Fish" to pass the time since we can't stalk Starsky anymore. Ho Hum...

Kinzi

What a polite little man!

Now I can handle this! A man who knows how to stay on his side of the sofa! Cooper isn't using me for a pillow and he's not wiping his doggy snots on my behind. Mommy should foster more little dogs cuz clearly they have better manners than those pesky beagles. ...although, I was thinking...Cooper is blind. Perhaps if he could see how beautiful I am, he'd also be hogging my part of the sofa. Hmmm...

Mommy came home last night smelling like Honey. At first I was worried that she'd only been to camp for a few days and was moving back in, but I found out that Mommy had just taken her to the vet to get her stitches out and then she went right back to her new home. Whew...talk about an anxiety attack! Things just calmed down around here! Now we're back to every dog in the house being over 10 years old and calm! Let's keep it that way!

Kinzi