I've been a busy cat. I have a lot of cool and not cool things to tell you about.

Mom's broke foot is all well now. She doesn't even wear the big black sock thing anymore. We have had a lot of people coming to our house and I have not been a happy cat about that.

On one day, me, Mom and the big man were fixing our lunch when they got back from the place called church where people act nice for a few minutes when a surprise came. One of the people babies! Oh, no! Not a people baby! It was Red Head Boy. He chased me to the couch and pointed at me and said "Cat. Meow." Like I was going to answer him or something. And of course Mom just had to act all stupid about Red Head Boy. He's just a people baby, there's no reason for her to get all goo-goo about him.

Mom was home the rest of the week. She went to a place called physical therapy where people showed her how to put a big rubber band thing on her foot and stretch it. I like rubber bands too, they are my favorite toy. I like helping Mom with her big rubber band.

The people kid Will came to our house for the weekend and I had fun watching movies with him. When Will is here, me, Will and the big man hang out upstairs. We are the boys and we hang together, know what I mean?

Then one day a whole bunch of people, too many for me to count came over. There were big people and some little people kids. I heard Mom talking on the phone about it and what happened is that Mom's people dad was in a contest. Other people everywhere had to go to a place and vote for him so he could win the contest. All the people in Mom's family told other people that Mom's people dad really wanted to win the contest so everybody should go vote for him. Well, it worked because Mom's people dad won the contest and now he is important!

He is so important that Mom and the big man had a party and cooked really good stuff on the outside grill for people to come eat and be happy. All the people that came to eat and be happy were Mom's people family. Cat's don't really have a lot of family like that. We have our Sister, and brother and moms and sometimes dads. We don't have things like cousins and uncles. But Mom does and they were all at our house.

I didn't like having all those people here. Most of them are nice but some of them are really mean. Like Mom's people brother. Mom told me that her people brother has always been mean to cats. When she had the other two cats that where here before me and Sister, he would do mean things to them. He put one of them up on a ceiling fan and turned it on. Mom said the poor cat held on for about 2 turns and then was just flung right off. Mom said she used to get mad at her people brother because he would come over to visit and as he was leaving, he would catch her 2 cats and pitch them up on the roof of the house. She would not know the cats were up on the roof until the middle of the night when they would scream and cry to get down.

I was trying to stay away from Mom's people brother so I played with a nice people kid named Hayden who is very nice to me. He pets me easy and smiles and calls me Monkey. Me and Hayden were just playing in the living room when Mom's people brother came over to play too. He found the people babies' little pad things they have to wear when Mom rides them on the bicycle. Well, Mom's people brother put the pad things on me and attached them to each other! He is a meany! I couldn't get them off! I wanted to scratch and bite him! He is mean to cats!

I finally got out of the pad things and ran away. I stayed under the little house in the back until all the people except Justin were gone. I came in and told Justin what Mom's mean people brother did to me. Justin told me not to worry, I could get back at him. Next time he comes over I am going to poo on him. I know its not cool to poo on people, but this is different. I have to get back at him and let him know I'm the boss. I have to get even. Because I am a cool cat.

I am happy cat today and I have decided that I really love Mom. Really love her a lot.

She went to the special doctor to see about her broke foot on Friday. Mom has been very unhappy about her broke foot and the big boot she has to wear. She doesn't like hobbling around and it has just made her all grumpy. Me and the big man were ready for the special doctor to tell her that the broke foot was fixed.

The big man was at work when she got home from the special doctor but I was here waiting for her. She didn't have on the big boot! The special doctor gave her a really thick sock thing with straps on it called a sport brace for her hurt foot. Mom can walk! She can put on the white shoes with laces and ride the bicycle! Mom is happy! I am happy! The big man is well, still the big man!

Mom has been singing and smiling. She went to the new Walmart by herself with her thick black sock on. She came back with lots of cat treats and other stuff for her and the big man. But she bought me a present! She did! Mom knows I am a cool cat, she knows it. She bought me a new food dish with my name on it! Cool Cat! I love Mom, she is the best!

The big man had to go spend the night at something called a youth retreat where he had to something called chaperoning. So me and Mom were home by ourselves last night. She put on her white shoes with laces and rode away on the bicycle. She told me to watch for her to come back because it was very hot and she was nervous about riding. I rolled around in the dirt until she got back. Then me and Mom went in the house. While Mom was fixing our supper, she turned up the radio and danced in the kitchen. We are happy at my house! Mom's foot is not broke and she has a thick black sock thing!

I just love Mom because we all happy and she knows it, my new food bowl says it - I am a cool cat.

I'm going to stop talking to the big man. He never listens to me.

When he got home last night, he went straight to where the tree was that the people just stole right out of our yard. He was looking at it and shaking his head. He was not a happy big man. I was telling him about the people and the loud cutting machines called chainsaws and the big truck with the bucket that lifted a man way up. I was trying to tell him that SOME PEOPLE STOLE OUR TREE. THEY DID. THE WHOLE THING. But he was not listening to me.

I was not happy with him so I didn't play with him after supper.

I don't sleep in the house very much at night because well, I sleep in the house all day. At night I go out and prowl. That's what cool cats do you know. I have slept in the house a few times so I know what happens at night. Poor Mom and the big man sleep in the nice bed downstairs. When I sleep in the house, I sleep on poor Mom's feet at the end and sometimes on her head. I know that the big man makes very loud noises when he sleeps. Sometimes he wakes poor Mom up and she punches and jabs him. Sometimes he stops making loud noises and sometimes he doesn't.

If he doesn't, poor Mom tosses and turns and gets the covers all messed up and makes it hard for me to sleep. Sometimes the big man's sleeping noises are so loud I can't sleep either.

Every morning, the big man gets up first. Now, most mornings, I'm outside, waiting to hear the garage door open so I know to come in. The big man lets me in. He takes a shower and gets all ready for work. Then he gets poor Mom a cup of coffee and takes it to her in the bed. He wakes her up and they sit together and talk for just a bit before he leaves. Then me and poor Mom have our coffee and talk. This is all nice everyday and me and the big man really like that poor Mom has been home for many days.

But this morning was not the same and I am mad at the big man. He let me in like other days. But poor Mom was not in the bed. Her car was home, so I know she didn't leave, but she was not in the bed. I was looking for her everywhere. I finally found her in one of the beds upstairs. The big man was fixing the coffee, but he only fixed a cup for him. He didn't fix poor Mom a cup and take it to her. Then he got ready to leave.

I told him he could not leave poor Mom asleep in the upstairs bedroom! She is a sleepy head and she will sleep all day and then who will give me cat treats? I followed him around begging him to go wake up poor Mom but he would not listen to me! I followed him outside and just kept yelling at him to go wake up poor Mom. He just got in the truck and left and when he was gone, I realized that I was not in the house! Poor Mom! She will sleep til night time!

Poor Mom finally woke up and she let me in. I was telling her that I was worried about her and that I tried to tell the big man to wake her up. He never listens to me! Now poor Mom was late going to her office with the new desk. She called the big man on the phone. He told her he let her sleep because he knew his loud sleeping noises kept her awake. She said that's why she had to go upstairs.

I am mad at the big man! He doesn't listen to me! He wakes poor Mom up with loud sleeping noises! He leaves her asleep and she is late going to her office! She was tired and forgot to give me a cat treat!

I think tonight me and poor Mom should put the big man out and just let me sleep in the bed. I don't take up much room and I don't make loud sleeping noises. Because that is so not cool and I am a cool cat.

I thought I had the night to myself. I was on the porch in the front when I heard the big man get up this morning before the sun was up. He always lets me in when he gets up so I got up and started to the garage. Well, that mean big grey cat was hiding in the front bushes! And he whooped me! The big man heard it and came out. At least he wasn't half nekkid in sleeping clothes!

He didn't have to call me or anything, as soon as the big grey cat heard him, he took off. I'm getting tired of that big grey cat. I don't know where he lives or who his people are. He may be a homeless cat or something. I just get tired of getting whooped.

Things happened at our house today and I don't know why. A man came in a big truck and had another big thing with him. Then a truck came and pulled in our yard. Other people got out. One man got in a box and pushed buttons. The box went way up in the air beside one of poor Mom's big trees. When the box with the man was almost to the top, he pulled out a loud cutting thing called a chain saw. The tree parts started falling down!

I was scared! I ran in the house with poor Mom and we watched for a minute from the window. I just couldn't believe the tree was falling apart, but it was! The men stayed all day and just kept cutting tree parts off until there were none left. Then they cut up the parts on the ground, put them in the big truck and drove away.

I told poor Mom that she should have called the police or something because those people STOLE OUR WHOLE TREE. They did! There is no tree left. It is all gone. The big man is going to be so mad when he gets home and sees that someone stole our tree. I like poor Mom a lot, she does still give cat treats - just not all the time - but if she tells the big man that she doesn't know what happened to our tree, I'm tattling on her.

The sun makes me hot. The trees keep the sun off me, which helps me stay cool. It is real important that I stay cool because I always want to be a cool cat.

We had a good day yesterday. It was Sunday. Poor Mom, the big man the people kid named Will got dressed in fancy clothes and went to the place where people act nice for a few minutes called church. Poor Mom wasn't grouchy or worked up about anything.

We live in a place where it is hot. We have big trees all around our house and we have a bunch of places to sit outside called porches. I like the porches because poor Mom and I spend a lot of time on porches. The porch in the back of the house has a screen around it so that punk Jesse can't get on it. Me and poor Mom have coffee out there on the table sometimes. When poor Mom and the big man have company, they light little things called candles and eat out there too. Sometimes when it is night, poor Mom will turn on the light and go out on that porch and read books. If I know she is there, I'll sit by her.

We have a porch in the front that has rocking chairs on it but no screen. That is bad because the big grey cat gets up on the porch and beats me up sometimes. Me and poor Mom sit in the rocking chairs in the afternoon when the big trees hide the sun behind their leaves. We rock and just relax and sometimes we read books. We have a swing in our yard and it confuses me. It is called a porch swing but it doesn't have a porch, it just has a nice shady place in the yard where it hangs. Sometimes in the mornings me and poor Mom sit on the porch swing without a porch and talk about stuff.

We really like to be outside. We have tables and chairs outside and that rope bed called a hammock. Poor Mom puts the rope bed under the trees and we lay there and just close our eyes. Well, until my legs fall through the ropes, then we have a problem.

Yesterday was a good day because everybody was happy. The big man and Will were upstairs watching funny shows on TV and me and poor Mom just rocked on the porch in the front and read our books. Poor Mom is reading Cold Sassy Tree and I'm reading Three Blind Mice. Poor Mom took her big boot off and hobbles around pretty good. I'll be glad when she can walk instead of hobble. Hobbling is not cool and well, I want a cool Mom because I am a cool cat.

Poor Mom is having a hard time. I like having her at home, sometimes, but she's been all grumpy and lately she gets worked up about stuff and it is driving me and the big man crazy.

Friday morning the big man went to work and I got my coffee and watched the news with poor Mom. Those people on TV were still screaming about bad stuff in the place called England. Poor Mom just watched it and shook her head.

After we watched the news for a while, poor Mom went to take a shower. There is a little box in the bathroom that poor Mom and the big man stand on sometimes. The box has little numbers that turn around on it. Well, poor Mom stands on the box and the little numbers turn around and stop. When they stopped, poor Mom screamed! I thought the box must have hurt her broke foot because she wasn't screaming before she stepped on it. I ran to the bathroom to check on her. She was standing on the box saying loud words that I'm not allowed to repeat.

She stayed mad for a long time. I kept going back to the box, trying to figure out why poor Mom was upset about it. I thought about pooing on it, just so it wouldn't make poor Mom scream again, but I didn't have to poo then. Poor Mom called the big man and she was all worked up about standing on the box in the bathroom. She was fussing and yelling. She told the big man we were all going on a diet right then. Even me. I was looking at her and trying to get her attention. If I'm going on a diet, I need to know what it is. I know what a vacation is and I want to go on a vacation, but I don't know what a diet is so how do I know if going on one is a good thing for a cat?

Poor Mom was so worked up about all of us going on a diet, that she didn't feed me her left over turkey from her sandwich at lunch. I asked her for a cat treat and she gave me something else instead and said this is what I had to have because we are all on a diet. I kept trying to tell her that I don't even know what a diet is, and now I'm supposed to be on one?

Thank goodness the big man calmed poor Mom down when he got home! He got home very late Friday night, but it was OK because he brought his people kid, Will, home with him. I knew I'd have someone to play with and I could stay away from grouchy, worked up poor Mom. And Will knows where the cat treats are.

The big man talked sweet to poor Mom. He told her he would throw the little box in the bathroom away so it would never make her mad again. He took her for a walk with her broke foot. They took the big blue boot off, and he wrapped up her broke foot and put her white shoes with laces on her. When they got back, she picked up the sticks that are very heavy called weights and lifted them up and down a bunch of times. Then me and poor Mom stretched out and rolled in the floor. She was smiling.

The big man and the people kid Will took poor Mom out to eat and to the place where there are movies. Poor Mom had a good time and by Sunday, she was not all worked up and grouchy. The only thing is she still says we are all on a diet. I still don't know what that is, but if means I can't have cat treats, I will be the one to get grouchy and worked up. Poor Mom doesn't want that! That's is not cool and I am a cool cat.

Now that the neighbors have to go to school and I can't have coffee with them, I usually just come in the house in the morning when the big man opens the garage. Poor Mom has been home for a bunch of days and nights now so me and poor Mom have stuff we do every day.

After the big man leaves for work, me and poor Mom have coffee in the living room and watch the news on TV. Every day has been the same thing, those TV people just screaming and crying about how hot it is. Stay in the house!

This morning they weren't screaming about how hot it is. They were talking about something bad that happened in a place that I've never heard of called England. Well, since I've never heard of it and it is very far away, I didn't pay attention, I just kept licking myself. Poor Mom was getting all worked up about the bad stuff in the far away place called England. I didn't understand it! I know most of the places she goes, and England is not one of them. I told poor Mom not to worry about the place called England. But she didn't listen to me, she called the big man on the phone.

I asked her why did she have to call him, he just left and I don't think he was going to the place called England. I was trying to tell her that, but she wouldn't listen. Then I knew why she was all worked up about the place called England. The big man's people mom and dad are there for a vacation! Oh no! I ran back to the front of the TV to hear more about it.

Then the TV started showing stuff about airports. They showed stuff about that place called Atlanta where only bad things happen to poor Mom. And the place with lots of yellow cars called New York! People were stuck in those places! They were mad! They were tired! They had to throw away their coffee! I tried to tell poor Mom that she didn't have to worry since she was grounded, she couldn't go to the airport anyway. But she stayed worked up about it.

I went to the office with her later and she was talking on the phone to the people who call her boss. They were ALL worked up about the stuff at the airports. Poor Mom was trying to tell them it would be OK but I know she was lying, because she didn't act like it would be OK.

Poor Mom kept checking the news and hobbling downstairs to the TV to see more. She didn't like anything she heard. I couldn't keep up with all her worrying. I finally had to just go lay down and take a nap.

I don't know what all this trouble is at the airports but I have decided that I don't want to go on a trip with poor Mom. She told one of the people on the phone today that if it gets any worse, they'd all have to fly naked and that's NOT cool. I can't do that because I am a cool cat.

I had a better night last night. The big grey cat didn't come around and I had the chance to whoop that punk Jesse so I did. I got a couple of birds for poor Mom this morning and left them on the porch for her. She never even said thank you.

I like to help poor Mom work in her office with the new desk. I really like the printer and the fax machine. Did you know papers come out of them? And they make noise?

I always know when to attack them because they will start getting noisy. Poor Mom gets mad at me about attacking them. Especially that printer. I'm just trying to help her out! If I hurry and get the papers out, she can throw them away faster. Every time I get something out of the printer she throws it away. I don't know why she keeps printing stuff.

Sometimes she gets mad at me and shoo's me off the printer. Sometimes she is NO fun at all. She kept shooing me off today and I didn't like it. She was printing a bunch of papers and I was really working hard to attack them as they came out. She'd shoo me and put me downstairs and I'd have to walk back up the stairs and attack the printer, then she'd shoo me again.

I got tired of going up and down the stairs so I decided to defend myself and the printer. I knew what I was doing! You know what she did? She put me outside!

But I don't care. It was time to go out and poo in her flowers anyway. I wasn't out there very long. Poor Mom missed me and when she answered the door when a people came up, I just ran right in. I'm going to help her some more in just a minute. Maybe she'll let me in her desk drawers. I know what she has in there - rubber bands! And you know how cool rubber bands are! I'll get to play with the rubber bands because I am a cool cat.

I'm depressed and I want poor Mom to leave me alone. But she won't.

The big grey cat came around again last night. I did a little better than I did before, but I still didn't get him whooped. He was making fun of me, too, saying things like "your half nekkid momma is calling you." I HATE that big grey cat. I think a couple more times and I may get him whooped.

I was tired from all that fighting last night and I just wanted to nap outside. I don't get to have coffee with Mr. and Mrs. Neighbor anymore because now they have to go to school and they don't have coffee on their porch. So I'm sad about that too. Poor Mom likes for me to come in when she wakes up and I like that too. That's when she talks sweet to me and gives me a cat treat. But today I just didn't feel like coming in.

I came in long enough to drink out of my big water bowl and get my treat, but then I wanted to go outside. She let me go out. But she kept calling me to come back. I came in once at lunch time, only to eat my food. Well, now she has me in the house. She came out to my favorite sleeping spot under the little building called the shed and drug me out by one leg. So here I am.

Can't a cat just have a bad day and be left alone? When she has a bad day, I leave her alone, what's the problem? I have a lot on my mind. The big grey cat keeps whooping me, that punk Jesse makes fun of me now and poor Mom has just embarassed me so. And its hot. Very hot. The people on the TV just scream about how hot it is outside. Well, if they don't like it all hot outside, all they have to do is not go out there. That's what poor Mom and the big man do - just stay in the house where it is cool.

Well, I'm going to take a nap on a bed somewhere. If she's not going to let me back outside, I might as well make the most of my time and nap. I need to rest up for tonight. I need to get ready. The big grey cat will be back and I will be ready. Because cool cats are always ready and I am a cool cat.

We made it through the weekend, but I don't see how. With poor Mom embarassing me and all, I'm surprised to still be around today.

It is Monday, which doesn't mean a lot to me, but it does to poor Mom and the big man. When it is Monday, they have to go to work. The big man gets up and leaves to go to work. Mom usually goes up to her office with the new desk in it. Sometimes she has to work really fast and then she goes to the airport to leave.

She's not going to the airport this week. I was up in the office helping her today and she was talking to a bunch of people on the phone all the same time on something called a conference call. She told the people she was grounded this week and maybe next week. Well, when I'm grounded it's because I did something bad. Poor Mom fell off the plane. If she is grounded, then falling off planes must be bad.

Even though she embarassed me the other night, I still like her a little bit. After all, she is the one who goes to Walmart and buys cat treats. She told the people on the conference call that she would be grounded this week and get a bunch of work done in her office. She said she was behind in her work in her office. It is really hot outside and I don't like to be out there when its hot, so I decided to stay in and help poor Mom in her office. Maybe if she gets all her work done, she will come downstairs and play with me.

The more I tried to help poor Mom, the more work she had to do. I stayed in the office with her until after lunch time. I was worn out from all the work I had to do! I had to take 2 naps after doing all that work.

Me and the big man like it when poor Mom is home. She gives me cat treats and she cooks food for the big man and he doesn't have to eat stuff out of bags in the kitchen closet. We both like that. I think I like poor Mom being grounded. I have her here to take care of me and you know, that's pretty cool and I AM a cool cat.

Mom went to the important doctor to see how to fix her broke foot. The big man stayed home from work to take her. I was sleeping on their bed and was quite comfy. The big man put me out. It was raining again, but did he care? NO.

When they got back, Mom did not have sticks to walk with. She had a very big boot on. She could hobble around better. They had even stopped by Walmart on the way home and brought me cat treats! I just love cat treats! Mom was smiling and very happy. She talked to people on the phone and told them that her broke foot is not broke, it is just hurt. She has to wear the big boot for just a while and then go back to the important doctor. The big man was happy about this too, because he was smiling and he actually gave me a cat treat.

Enough about Mom for a minute. I was outside at night, just like always. I like to prowl at night and that's when I get my best time in beating up that punk Jesse from down the street. That way his people don't know it's me and they don't call and tattle on me. That is so NOT COOL to have your people having to tattle because you're a punk. Anyway, there is a new cat coming around our house at night, and I don't like him.

He's a big cat and he is grey. I've had to fight him a couple of times and well, he's not as easy to whoop as that punk Jesse. One night, just before it was day, this bad grey cat got on our front porch. I screamed at him and he screamed back. He was growling at me and I growled at him. I wanted him off our porch and out of our yard. He ran toward me and knocked over Mom's pretty flowers! I was so mad about that. I went after him and I was not going to let him win this time.

Imagine my horror when poor crippled Mom came hobbling out of the house in her nightshirt to save me! She started calling me and the big grey cat saw her standing there all crippled and in her sleeping clothes! He looked at me and LAUGHED and said "your mommy's calling."

I was SO MAD!!! I don't need to be rescued by a crippled, hobbling, half dressed Mom in the middle of the night! What has that done to my reputation? I have been very distressed by this. I saw that punk Jesse today and he had this smarty pants smirk on his face. I know the big grey cat told everybody what happened. I don't know what I'm going to do about it. My reputation is at stake and I don't like that at all. I refuse to be laughed at because I am a cool cat.

The big man stayed home for a while yesterday to make sure Mom could get around a little by herself. He brought us coffee and we sat at the table for a while.

He left me in charge of Mom while he was away. I did what I could, I knew her broke foot was very tired so I held it for her. It was hard for me to hold it because, well, you know how I like to attack socks and her broke foot has a nice clean white on it. I had to restrain myself from wrestling with it.

Mom promised the big man she would not hobble outside or hobble up the stairs. I was in charge of making sure she did not do that. Well, Mom is not the easiest person to talk to when she's all mad about stuff. She was supposed to go to the place where a very nice airport is called North Carolina and now she can't. One of the people she works with that calls her boss is going to go in her place. Mom needed to give this person some stuff about North Carolina but it was upstairs. The big man was not home.

I told her not to do it. I got on the steps and hissed at her. I bowed my back and made my hair stand up. She swatted me with her crutch! I told her she could not go upstairs by herself with a broke foot and crutches! But she kept going. I ran to the phone very fast to call the big man. Then I remembered that I don't know his number. I ran to the kitchen window to see if the neighbors were home but all I saw was those stupid dogs from the yard behind us. By the time I got back to Mom, she was sitting on her booty on the steps, pushing herself up one step at a time with her good leg. I was so embarassed. I closed the blinds so the neighbors wouldn't see.

Mom figured out how to get up and down the stairs yesterday. She figured out how to go outside by herself and she called someone to come get her and take her to Walmart. The big man was not pleased. I think he is blaming it on me, but I tried everything a cat could to stop her. He stayed home this morning for a little while to help Mom get coffee. He told her he would go upstairs to her new office and turn on the air conditioning because he knew she was going to sneak up there as soon as he left.

He was right. Guess where she is right this minute? She went right up the steps on her booty and she's up there working in her office. Well, at least the big man won't be yelling at ME about it! It is not MY fault! I'm just hanging out, doing what cool cats do because you know - I am a cool cat.

MOM FELL OFF THE PLANE!!! HELP!! HELP!! MOM FELL OFF THE PLANE!! OH, NO! WE NEED SOME HELP HERE!

I was beside myself!! The phone call from Mom came on Monday night. The big man answered the phone. Mom was crying. She said she had an accident and FELL OFF THE PLANE. My ears went straight up, my eyes were popping out of my head and I started hissing and running all around the house. I ran up the stairs real fast and back down them. I didn't know what to do but then realized I was just getting tired so I jumped up on the table to listen.

Well, you might KNOW she had been to that really bad place called Atlanta where only bad things happen. She was there for just a while and then left to be in a place where it is very hot right now called Richmond. The plane stopped right out there by the runway and the people had to get off the plane and walk across the run way to the airport. Mom called it a tarmac, but I don't know what that is. Mom and the other people had to walk down these really little steps to get off the plane and MOM FELL OFF! She did, she FELL OFF THE PLANE.

Those airplane people were very nice to her. They helped her get up off the runway but she couldn't stand up. They got her a chair with big wheels on it. They called a truck with loud flashing lights on it that came to get her. The people all helped her. They wrote things down and put ice on her. They loaded her in the big truck with lights and drove very fast to the hospital. Poor, poor Mom. Poor Mom. I just couldn't stand it. The big man was all upset, I was all upset. We called Mom's people Mom and she was all upset. The people kids were upset, we were all so upset that I had to take a nap just to recover from the phone call!

Mom had to stay in a hospital in the place called Richmond all by herself for a long time that night. She has a broke ankle. They put this thing on her foot called a cast and told her that her foot does not work anymore so don't even try to use it. They gave her sticks to walk with. Now, I'm not sure how all that works with people because people only have 2 legs. We cats have 4 so if one breaks, we still have 3 we can use. Mom could hop around I guess, with just one leg. Having those sticks to walk with makes her like a cat with 3 legs, so maybe she'll get around.

Anyway, after the hospital people kept her for a while, they told her to go home. But she didn't have a home in the place called Richmond! She only had a hotel. The hospital people put my Mom in a yellow car and sent her away all by herself with 3 suitcases and a foot that doesn't work any more! I was so mad at those hospital people! They could have taken her home with them or something. How was Mom supposed to carry her suitcases around with a broke foot holding sticks to walk on? I started hissing again and bit the big man. He should have figured something out.

The big man found out the yellow car and the hotel were very, very nice to Mom. It was in the very middle of the night when the yellow car took her to the hotel. They helped Mom get to her room and carried her 3 suitcases for her. They brought her ice for her broke foot. I'm glad they were nice because I was ready to go over to Richmond and scratch somebody over it.

The people that fly the planes made a place for Mom on the very next plane to come home. And I guess they figured out that Atlanta is a bad place because this time they sent her to a place called Cincinnati to get home. She had to ride in chairs with big wheels and they had to put her a machine to lift her into the planes parked on the runways. The big man and Mom's people mom and dad hurried to the airport to pick her up. I wanted to go too but the big man shooed me away. He just gets on my nerves so bad sometimes.

Everyone was so glad to see poor Mom in the chair with big wheels. Poor Mom was so tired when the big man finally toted her in the house. I was waiting for her and got on the bed and purred and purred. She was glad to see me too. I know her broke foot was hurting so I curled up and slept on it to keep it warm. I guess the big man got jealous because he shooed me off of her foot and put me outside. I'm going to scratch him when he comes home today.

He did let me in the house today. I've been so stressed that I can do is take naps. I just came in to check on Mom. She is working on her computer in the kitchen. She can't go upstairs to her office with the new desk and she is sad about that. She is mad too because her foot is broke and she can't walk without sticks. She has to go to a real important doctor this week to see about getting her foot fixed.

You know, I like having Mom at home but if she's going to sit around being all mad and stuff, I'd just assume she go back to Atlanta. I like it when everyone is happy and acting cool. I fit in better because I am a happy, cool cat.