Sunday, January 20, 2002
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Tuesday, January 15, 2002
My family is weird. Tonight, Caligula got caught inside the stove on the side of the broiler while Dad was cleaning it. It was weird. Dad pulled him out. Caligula is so fat so he was kinda stuck. It's a good thing the stove wasn't on. Then Mom was playing with these little balls that are metal and make noise when you shake them. They're from China. So is Hieronymus. Well, not really, I mean he was born in Sauk City or something, but his breed is from China (mine's from Boston which is why I'm better than most dogs). So mom's playing with these balls and they're making this really nice noise, not loud or tinny, but mellow and musical, and Hieronymus who usually can't hear his own name when you're yelling at his face, starts jumping up at the balls like he wants to play with them. I never saw him like that before.
Saturday, January 12, 2002
Yesterday, Mom and Dad took Caligula and me for vet appointments. I don't like the vet. It's usually a different lady each time, but I don't like any of them because they poke things in me. I am so jealous...Caligula went before me. The vet called him the "model cat" because he just sits there like a lump while they poke at him and stuff. I think he had enough, because he started snuggling with me on the vet's table while they were poking him. The vet thought it was soooo cute...oh look at the cat snuggle with his dog buddy. Never once did they say I was the "model dog" because I let a cat snuggle with me. Then they told me, "See Plato, it really doesn't hurt that much, see, Caligula didn't make a fuss." Oh please. That's just because Caligula is a big bag of fat...me, I haven't an ounce of fat on me, I'm a lean, mean, barking machine. Of course it'll hurt me more when I get poked in muscle instead of fat. What, do they think I was born yesterday?
Wednesday, January 09, 2002
Grapefruit is SCARY! Keep it away from me!
Wednesday, January 02, 2002
Feeling a little weird today, still. Guess you better read what happened to me on New Year's Eve in mom's journal....she probably tells it better than I can right now. I threw up a lot, but darn, that chocolate sure was good. I'd eat more any day...just don't understand how something so good can be so bad, but that's what mom says. I was really mad that she kept putting that awful tasting stuff down my throat to make me sick.
I think I'll go back to sleep now. Mom and dad keep blankets on the couch in the cold weather so they can keep warm. So I get to snuggle on the couch all day long.