Hi, I am Woody the Cat. I have gotten used to telling my on going story on Janet’s Blog. I am not sure what that is but she says people like to read about me. Well of course they do. I am the Cat.
A long time ago my friend, Mandy and the dog, Rocky left the house. I have no idea where they went. Janet says they will be back. My concept of time is rather limited. It feels like forever since they left.
Janet has been here before. Janet comes, Mandy leaves. Mandy comes back. Janet leaves. It seems like the natural order of things. Sometimes Janet is “coming through” the area and stays for a few days. Before I know it, she is gone again. Where does everyone keep going?
I am an older kitty now. My health is good, well, except for my kidneys. I am on special food now and special treats. Yum! I love treats. Yum! Do you like treats too?
Have you ever heard of fleas? I am not real fond of them. They make me itch and scratch and lick, a lot. I don’t know where they come from but they showed up at my house just before Mandy left. Janet and I have been trying to get on top if this infestation. Mostly Janet is on top of it. I get treated.
The day after Janet found fleas, she spent a day cleaning the house. She took blankets, bedding and everything else she could find, and put them in the washer. The bigger things required a trip to the laundromat. Then the wicked vacuum cleaner came out.
I do like the comb. It feels so good to have my body scritched. It is one of the joys of my life, having someone pet me and love me.
I now wear this thing around my neck, called a collar. I have never had one of these before. I am glad that it is gray. It goes so much better with my gray fur. Janet combs my fur at least once a day with this itty bitty comb. She says she is keeping me super clean. I don’t know why she doesn’t just lick me. That is how I clean myself.
At night I curl up next to Janet on the bed. I love being close to a human. I love to be loved and have attention showered upon me. I can never get enough.
I may be older, and I may have lost a little weight, but I still have the best tail, and it is still my grandest feature. Everyone could recognize me by my proud, stand-up tail. It suits me—a proud and stand-up kitty.
I am Woody the Cat.










