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Well, I'm sorry I haven't been on here in over a week, but there's been stuff, you know, going on around the house and everything, so it just hasn't been a great time to get together with you.

Dad, as you may or may not know, has taken a new job with the fire department at the Nuke Plant as a 911 dispatcher. Because of this he has joined the firefighters' union. Now mom has always had a "thing" for firemen so she's all excited about finally sleeping with a fireman and bought him some red suspenders and everything. Dad just shakes his head, but one time he did come sneaking out with his suspenders attached to his underwear. It was a sight to behold.

Kemper Kitty is getting really smart really fast. He picks up on every little thing. One thing he does now is pick on me and pick on Smokey. When he does that, we always get in a fight. Then, while we're fighting he sneaks up behind us and gets us BOTH! Dang sneaky kid. He's quite anal, going around closing all the doors, drawers and everything. He picks up his toys and brings all the trash in the room to mom to be taken to the kitchen. He refuses to eat macaroni and cheese unless you give him only one macaroni in his bowl at a time. Sheesh, picky! And he's kinda like his Uncle The Morgan in that if he sees someone outside he runs up towards them and yells, "HI! HI! HI!"

Meanwhile, The Emily is still staying out late and sleeping all day. Mom and dad wake her up to take care of KK when they have to go somewheres, but she gets up. Sometimes she just shuts him into his room with her and he plays while she sleeps but it's better than nothing. She sleeps a lot. Mom says it's because she's depressed and mom should know because it used to happen to her a lot. But it makes her and dad sad because KK is such a fun kid and she's sleeping through it all. Mom says it will get better, it just takes time.

Mom, by the way, woke up on Wednesday feeling like a whole troop of Brownies came in and beat the crap out of her with baseball bats. Every muscle in her body hurts and she is very sleepy. She said it even hurts when Smokey steps on her and Smokey only weighs two feathers! So she's been spending a lot of time asleep, too, especially the last two days since dad's been off work. She promises to take a shower and get busy today, though. She'd better, too, because she's WAAAAAY behind on the Perry Cuddling time.

I think they are going to take all of us cats in for shots today. We are kinda behind on them (some of us over a year) so we're all going in together. Dad is smart enough not to take the dogs at the same time. They are nuts, you know. I think it's menopaws.

THREE HOURS LATER_
Well, I was wrong. Dad took us AND the dogs to the vet and got all of us our shots at the same time. Plus, because it was a special clinic there were lots and lots of strange dogs there, too. (and when I say strange, I don't just mean unknown to me. I mean real wierdos) So he packed us all up, me in my harness and leash, Pumpkin in the soft cat carrier and mom held Smokey and me, too. Dad put both dogs in the car. Kyra loves to go in the car. She gets up on the middle thing and pants and smiles and wiggles and even tries to drive sometimes. Brigid, on the other hand, is afraid and gets car sick if you don't open a window a bit so she can get fresh air. And she WHINES the whole time. And dad had the air conditioner on full blast and the radio on. Mom made him turn off the radio.

Smokey is an alarm cat. She likes to watch for trucks and meows everytime she sees one. Since we live in Texas, that's about all she sees, so she meows all the time. Pumpkin was meowing, too, from inside the carrier. It was making me so nervous I got dandruff!

Mom wasn't taking it well, either. She was hurting already and the tension made her muscles hurt even more. Then dad got out and went into the clinic. Mom said, "Take the dogs with you." But did he? HAH! No. So they were all jumping around on everybody, mom was trying to protect us because Kyra gets excited and doesn't even notice who she's stepping on and Brigid was going berserk because the windows were closed. All three of us cats were meowing and Brigid was still whining and Kyra started barking and that was IT! Mom had it. She took the dogs, left us in the car and walked into the clinic. I don't think she said a word because she had that don't-piss-me-off look on her face and handed their leashes to dad. Then she turned on her heel and stalked back to the car. She got in and laid flat against the middle of the front seat. I think she fell asleep or passed out. I don't know. But Smokey walked on her and she didn't even move. I came up and bit her nose and that made her gripe, so I knew she was still alive.

Finally dad brought the dogs back to the car and he and mom took in me and Smokey and Pumpkin (in the bag). We went straight into the exam room and they started giving me shots. Mom said that was because I was the man and so I should set a good example. They couldn't get one of the needles in me and had to try again. Sheesh, what do they use, square tips? So finally I was vaccinated and they took Smokey up on the table. She was her usual stoic self, sitting still while they pinched up her skin and gave her the shots. Then it was time to open the bag...

Mom said she'd do it and pulled Pumpkin out. Pumpkin must have been in shock or something because she didn't even move, just huddled up in mom's arms while they shot her up. Maybe one of those things was a tranquilizer, I don't know. I do know that she's been a bit subdued since mom gave her a haircut a couple of weeks ago. Maybe that had something to do with it. (BTW, mom says she found the clippers and is going to catch Pumpkin and give her the MGM Lion cut!)

Anyways, we all got shiny new rabies tags that have to last for three years. They're cool and round and made of steel. Smokey said she was ready for one with a diamond set into it, but I'm just not a blingy cat. Steel is fine with me. Then dad and mom left and went to eat. And no, they didn't bring any leftovers (and I KNOW mom had chicken, I KNOW it!) But they did go to PetSmart and bought us all new collars! Kyra and Brigid both have bright pink inch-wide collars. They look cool in them. Smokey got a pretty pink breakaway with a bell and Pumpkin got one just like it only international orange. And mine? Well it's a blue collar, of course, because I'm a cat of the people!

Later,
Perry

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