They put a bow on me and of course a picture was taken.

Other than that there was not much to write about this winter. Mr. and Mrs. Nice were working a lot and I spent a lot of time saving my energy for spring. In other words, I slept a lot and avoided cold weather. Since spring came around I have been busy with Mrs. and Mr. Nice in the garden. They have been doing lots of work in their garden and haven’t had time to help me with my blog. My function was to be the undergardener and have an overview of everything they did in the garden. I must say I approve of everything. It turned out really nice and is a wonderful place for me to relax.

The catnip is ready for me to taste again. Life is great!

Ein Hund denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie streicheln
mich: Das muessen Goetter sein.

Eine Katze denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie
streicheln mich: Ich muss ein Gott sein.

A cat thinks: They feed me, they care for me, they pet me. I must be a god.

After taking my antibiotics all week I am feeling much better. Food tastes great again, even though I will not touch my old cat food. When I smell it I am reminded of the pain I had last week. Mrs. Nice said I need to have my teeth cleaned, but she will wait until she off work since I have to have anesthesia.

Mrs. Nice was gone on a business trip all week. I was so happy when she returned on Friday. Saturday she spent all day in the garden and I was right along with her. Today was especially nice and she really worked hard. Of course I assisted her and observed the garden to ensure no other cat – especially Tom – would walk through the flower beds. (That’s my job!)

I took a nap in between and when I woke up she was still out there working. Mr. Nice helped her with the finishing touches and then she came in.

Today though they decided to take me to the vet after work. I knew it would be a trip to the vet when Mr. Nice brought the carrier upstairs from the basement. When we got there, the vet took one look into my mouth and saw that one of my teeth was broken. He also said that the rest of my teeth were not in the best shape and I needed a cleaning once I was well again.

Mr. Nice was holding me during the visit. The vet opened my mouth and scared me half to death when he pulled my broken tooth. I really tried to scratch and bite him, but I couldn’t get him. Then he gave me a shot with something he called antibiotics. He even gave more medication to Mr. and Mrs. Nice to give me at home for the coming week.

I was in my carrier so fast when it was time to get out of the vet’s office, you would not believe it.

Since I am home I drank a little of my milk that Mr. Nice picked up at the store for me, but I still can’t eat. My mouth still hurts. The vet said I should feel better tomorrow. Let’s hope so, because right now I only want to sleep on the couch.

I haven’t been doing much of anything. Between Christmas and New Year it was quite cold and I preferred to stay indoors much more than going outside. Mr. and Mrs. Nice used their spare time after work to occupy me. We also had company at our house. You may remember the post I had about the lady with the big Weimaraner? Well, she spent New Year’s at our house and of course, she spoiled me as well.

I much more prefer to play with my shoestrings and Mr. Nice. He is really good at playing with me.

The last two weeks were great. Mr. & Mrs. Nice have been home with home and I get to go out whenever I want now. The weather has been much nicer and the snow is gone. Mrs. Nice said she saw tulips and crocuses peeking out of the ground. It looks like spring is on its way to me. According to Mrs. Nice we will probably have some snow again in February or March. She advised me not to get spring fever yet! Watching her almost getting on ground level looking for plants that is kind of difficult to do.

I reeeeaaally enjoy that!

Before I quit writing, I have to tell you that the neighbors are talking about me! Mrs. Nice was tickled to death after a neighbor told her on New Year’s Eve outside that she thinks it is so funny when I leave my house, enter the street, holding up my tail like I am the “diva” of our street. Sounds like they think I am conceited, doesn’t it? I am not sure whether I should be offended or not. Mr. & Mrs. Nice just think I am the cutest cat alive. That’s enough for me.

Mrs. Nice only had a picture from this summer of me where I am holding my tail up high. What’s wrong with that? I avoid bringing home dried leaves that way. I do it all to keep Mr. & Mrs. Nice’s house clean. That’s right!