Hi everyone, Snap asked if she could use my blog today and I said sure. The only interesting that happend to me was Meowmy SLAMED into my head on the stairs last night. It hurted. But I'm OK. Here's Snap!
(sound of munching hay)
First of all I think I should have at least one day a week where I get to blog. After all, I'm the biggest one in this family and I've never even met these cats that let me share their blogs. In my eyes I'm the most important creature for the Mom.
So the Mom came out to ride me last night and got all of my stuff on including my brand new custom saddle. Hehe, that was fun to make her spend the green papers on my back. Anyway, she got that stuff on me and then put the bit in my mouth. OOOOWWWWIIIIIEEEEEE NO!!! I threw my head back and wouldn't open my mouth. It hurt. She shoved the bit in (I don't know why she never listens the first time) and then I wouldn't let her take it out. I didn't want to move my mouth at all it hurt so badly.
Then the talkative crazy lady came over and grabbed my tongue. Right out of my mouth! She shoved her hand in my mouth and felt all around and it was ouchy so I accidentally had to bite her. I have BIG teeth. She didn't think anything was wrong but boy she can TALK. Eventually she left.
Then the Mom touched my cheeks and found that one side was swollen and my lips were really puckered on the one corner. She put me in my stall and stood there with me. I was in a lot of pain so I didn't want to eat any hay. In fact I pawed at it and turned in circles and banged my head on the wall. I kept walking over to the Mom telling her things were NOT OK and she eventually freaked out enough. She called the Caretaker (who was at home) and just about called the VET (BIG green papers for emergency horse calls). Luckily she called the Dad and he talked to her for a while while I started to finally eat my hay. And poop. I should mention that humans have an obsession with equine poop. But that's a topic for another day....
Anyhow, the Mom spent 1.5 hours just staring at me. She finally found a hard lump at the corner of my mouth that was getting bigger. And bigger. She tried to put an ice pack on my face!! The horrors! I mean, I can't even handle her touching me (unless its a kiss, I can always take kisses...I loff them) so how was she going to put ice on my face?? So that didn't work.
I'm half expecting her to come back in the middle of the night. I'm sure the Caretaker Woman is going to poke and prod and probably take my temperature (also up my booty but its the same size as a cat thermometer so I don't really feel it). Its all very odd apparently. But that's me. I'm odd. And sensitive. Hence the reason Latte let me borrow his blog.