Is there a group that supports pussy cats that have grievances against their Humans? If so, I'd like to report that They have destroyed my dignity by putting up photos on Facebook of me minus my fur where Vet shaved it off, sleeping in a very un-ladylike position. Now I'm not a shy girl, but there are limits - I'm sure that these sort of photos are normally banned for being offensive - so why did They post them?

I wish though that Vet had got rid of those stones without me having to have the ultimate haircut!

Oh BTW - Happy Birthday Mummy xx

It's Her birthday. She gets presents and a cake and lots of emails from Her friends. What did I get for my birthday - No presents; no cake; no emails. Work the rest out yourselves!.....

Does anybody out there have a chair that will move to keep me in the sun all day? Can't work out why the sun doesn't just stay still. Sunbathing rules OK

Whilst I have four years of my life to catch up with, I think my readers need to know about the trauma that I have been through in the past few weeks first.

It was not easy having to suffer when peeing (She has told him not to use the Piss word under any circumstances - far too common!), and I tried to be brave, but it was hurting. They realised that something wasn't right when I started going to my litter tray every few minutes, especially after my big sleep overnight. So, as per usual, I was bungled into my cat box one Saturday morning and off to the man they call Vet. I have never taken to this man - the previous one They called Vet was lovely and knew how to treat a lady like me - but it seems that I was being a bit unfair on him, as he told Them what was wrong with me. Wish though I hadn't been in the room at the same time - They think that I don't understand what is being said by them. What little do They know!

'Bladder Stones' Vet said abruptly. "Two of them, and they will have to come out". "Within the next couple of days". "Tia won't like it" - this was the understatement! How come I had no say in what happened next? I was quite happy for him to give me a tablet to sort this out, and at a push, I would have allowed one of those sharp pointy things that he stabs me with once a year. But this went one stage too far..

Two days later They 'forgot' to give me my breakfast. First sign that something wasn't right. They were trying to be soooo nice to me as well. She was anxious though. And He was no better. Soon became obvious why, when it was back to Vet, but this time they had the audacity to leave me with him. What kind of parent would do this to their only kitten?

Ok - it was nice to be pampered by the nurse, but I was HUNGRY. Which bit did they not understand? Then - out of the blue - Vet takes me into his room (he called it a Theatre) and starts SHAVING my belly. Talk about me losing my dignity! I was so shocked, I forgot to complain and bite him (like I did the last time someone tried to shave me). And then - to top it all - he tells me I'm going to sleep. Nobody - and I mean nobody - tells Tia when she is going to sleep. Part of being a house-cat is to ensure that They never know when I am going to be awake. This way They can never relax!. And yet Vet did exactly what he said. Zzzzzz. 20 mins later and I'm waking up, but feeling as if the world is spinning around me. Vet says to nurse that it all went very well, and Tia no longer has her Bladder Stones. Yet again -was I consulted? No!

By now, the pain was kicking in in my belly, not helped by an empty stomach, but they soon gave me some food, and I just had to wait until They picked me up a few hours later. Gave me plenty of time to work out exactly what I was going to tell Them about their total lack of parenting etc.

Will tell you about my recovery next time

Love

Tia

I am still here

Four years and 10 days since They last let me loose on the computer! Truth is - they forgot I had this blog, and I gave up trying to remind them. Then out of the blue this morning, She remembers it! And now the pressure is on me to resume my literary career. Being a Burmese, I will take this all in my stride (as I do with every weird thing that They do or say) and get back to blogging my thoughts to you all as if I had never been away.

They have always had itchy paws and have not stayed in one house for very long, so in the last four years, I've had at least five different homes. Each time they tell me that we won't be moving again for a long time, and then no sooner have I managed to scent every corner of the flat, then the big boxes reappear and they through all their stuff in them. The boxes then take over my space for a few days before being taken away by strange men in overalls. The flat becomes empty except for my travelling cage, and off we go again to yet another 'new' flat and more promises of 'never going through all this again'

They tell me that I'm now back on an Island called Jersey. Guess they are right as I had to endure another 4 hours in a big noisy room on a thing called a boat about a year ago. I'd done that on holiday many times before, but there has always been two journeys within a few days - this time there was only one, so it looks as though this is where we are staying! They talk so much about living near the sea - so there should be an ample supply of fish for me. Somewhere, they are getting this bit wrong, as I have yet to see my food bowl full of lovely tasting fish!

I've got lots to tell you guys about, and will post on here over the next few days to complete the 'missing years'.

Would love to find new friends through this blog though....

Love

Tia

It worked. What - you might ask? Well, I've been eying up the swing lid bin in the kitchen for a few days now, and I made my move while They were clearing up after breakfast. I waited until They weren't looking and jumped up onto the bin. The top opened up, and I ended up inside. She screamed; He swore; I just looked up and gave a lovely smile when They took the lid off.
How was I to know that I'd landed on the dirty laundry?
At this point, I'd like to warn others of you out there. She might not be representative of all humans, but beware - Her reaction was swift and sure. He was dispatched out in the van to town; She grabbed me and carted me off to the BATH. I hate that word at the best of times, but to have it foisted on me without any warning is just not on. No chance of an appeal. She was determined, and I ended up cold and wet. I just can't work out what I did wrong.
Even worse though was that by tonight, the bin had been replaced by one with a flat lid that even I can't get off, so my plans for a re-run in the morning using advanced tactics have all gone out of the window. Can anybody out there give me advise?

All my love

Tia