The following is a guest post from my cat Pepe. Pepe enjoys sleeping, eating, sleeping, playing poker, sleeping, pooping, and sleeping some more. He used to have a twitter account, but has since been banned for creating a fake Ryan Gosling profile. He has big paws, so be kind about his spelling and grammar.
Hi I’m Pepe, but mom sometimes callss me PeePee, Pep, Pepper, You Puked on My Couch Again?, and Pepper Jack Cheese.
Shee adopted me when I was one from a family near Seattle. She liked me right away because I came right up to her when we first met. I am pretty handsome I mustt say, so I don’t blame her for wanting to take me home.
I developed some problems in my furst year living with mom. My tummy hurt real bad and I started to pee blood around her apartment. Luckily
we she had hardwood floors, otherwise it would be bad. I had to have surguree on my bladder, but that didn’t help, and I just got sicker and sicker. I remember mom taking me home from the vets once and she cried the whole way home, not knowing what to do. Eventually I started taking steroids and it helped my problem, and they put me on a special diet the rest of my life. Blech!
What was hard for mom was how much it cost her to treat my illness, but luckily she had a full time job. Go mom!
We moved to LA (the plane ride sucked!), and I settled into my new life as a beach cat. One day mom’s roommate left her sewing stuff outt, and I ate some string (whoo hoo!). What happened though was the string got wrapped around the bottom part of my tongue, but part of it was digested, so I kept puking and puking…like more than usual.
Mom cried again because I felt so awful and we didn’t know what was wrong. I had to go to that evil place called the vet’s again, and stay there for a couple of dayz until they figured it out.
Once they cut the string, I digested it and it came out in my poop. Hurray! But it cost mom a lot of monee!
I’ve been a good cat since then, mostly just stuff like barfing in my mom’s shoes (I only did that once), and trying to bugg her while she reads her iThing. I’m very cuddly, but I’m getting older now, and I know my mom worries about me. Sometimes I don’t come when she calls me just to freak her out. tee hee!
Since I don’t have any work skillz and didn’t go to collage, I can’t really workk, so mom said I need to start an emergency fund with my weekly allowance. I don’t know what that means, but OK.
She said that it will help her be a little less worried about monee if something should happen to me again. I guess I owe that to her for being a loving, awesome, and devoted parent (she made me say that).
She wanted me to ask you if you all have a savings bucket for your petz? How much do you put away per month? Do any of you have pet insurance?
This video is of my happee place!