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.