Don’t cha wish your kitty was cute like me.

[Yaaaaaawns. Blink. Blink. Blink.]

Oh, hai.

Sorry I’ve been MIA the last two days. The kick-ass folks at Emancipet took my lady parts out the other day so I’ve been cold chillin’ on Easy Street the last two days recovering. Well, let’s be honest – I’ve been on Easy Street since Foster Mom & Dad took me in. But that’s another story for another day.

Along with removing my girly bits comes the sutures…and OMG, why are they so friggin’ itchy? Though I was all drunk and stumbling from the anesthetic last night, you better believe I was able to find those stupid blue sutures. Even in my drug-induced stupor, all I wanted to do was lick and lick and lick at them. From the second I woke up, it was like primal instinct:

“Wait, wuh? [Yawn. Blink. Blink.] What in thee holy hell are those?! Those are not supposed to be in my belly! Om, nom, nom… Nom, nom, nom. [Yawn. Blink.] Z-z-z-z-z.”

Yeah so, Mom and Dad put me in this ridiculous grey shirt. Well, actually, it is a sleeve of Foster Dad’s shirt and more like a dress for me. And yes, I know what you are thinking — “Gee, that mock turtleneck dress of hers is totes adorbs!” Actually, no. No, it is not. I missing a chic black monogrammed belt and in all honesty, Slate Grey is SO not my color, hello?! It is humiliating. Fortunately for everyone involved, I’m a super chill cat.

Now, I just walk around the house all like “Whatevs” as I’m singing that stupid Pussycat Dolls song.

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me.

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.

My lovely lady lumps

Tomorrow morning, I am headed to the vet (trip #3!) to get neutered.  It is the best thing for me and the homeless animal population of Austin but I’m still a bit scared.  Everything is gonna come up Milhouse though since Emancipet will be taking good care of me. All the effort my foster parents have put in to my care have not gone unnoticed. I sure hope I can make them proud by finding a permanent home and an awesome human or two to love.

Check Out My Sweet Purple Tiger Towel

Raaawr!

Chilling on my wicked purple tiger beach towel. Thanks Foster Dad!

I’ve grown quite attached to the beach towel that Foster Dad got at the only store in all of Matagorda, Texas. He said that it cost only a few dollars but man, I think this towel is so bad ass that you couldn’t possibly put a price on it.

Foster Mom says that if you take me home, she’ll throw the blanket in FOR FREE.