Ichigo has torn up the oven mits in the kitchen the other day. They were really nice thick ones, which The Old Man jokingly called wannabe-tillman gloves ’cause they were nice and thick and long. Ooh, was Mom pissed.

Then he broke three coffee mugs of Moms when he knocked down the drying rack. And that was just the stuff he’s done on Sunday. Oh yeah, he’s in teh dog house too.

I think Ichigo has chased Mom off too, ’cause today, she didn’t come home until late in the evening. I wonder what’s up with that.

But yeah, long story short, kitties are in trouble in this house. But, I think Mom is starting to cool down again. Plus, holidays were hectic too. That didn’t help Mom none neither.

But no, I was denied. She just stocked up on kitty food and got some more treats for us. In fact, the last time she went to the store I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Nothing new, no real “treat”, no splurge. Is my Mom silly or what?

Mom, it’s not like I was asking you to buy Golden Eagle gold bars or one of those really expensive cat houses that take up the whole backyard and have tons of rooms and tunnels for kitties to play in and doggies cannot get to ‘em what so ever. Although that would be nice. Hint, hint, hint.

But why didn’t she buy anything special for me or even herself? She even won a giftcard for Wal-Mart from the place she donates plasma to. Still hasn’t used it either. Is my Mom sick or all humans like this?

So Mom had an unexpected day off, which was nice. Especially since she’s got a cold. SHe spent the day resting mostly, read the paper in bed too and watched movies from Blockbuster. I was quick to cover up the newspaper when I saw ads in the classifieds for veterinary assistant jobs. Not that Mom would have been interested or anything, but anything that reminds her of the Vet has the chance to persuade her to take me to the vet for something. Mom has been worried about me since I lost a little weight and my furcoat is thinner. I chalk it up to Ichigo-induced-stress. Mom thinks I might be sick. So I was very quick to lay on the newspapper and distract her. It worked too! We then watched X-Men: First Class. I’m a smart and sly kitty.

What did he do you asks? Well, Mom gets a lot of magazines. Some of which she did subscribe to, others that she never did but somehow gots on their list and continues to get issues of their stuff. Our neighbors probably think Mom spends a small fortune in magazines because of this. But in any case, she’s got a bunch. When she’s finished reading the ones that interest her (or she gets one of the many that she can’t fathom why she gets them) she stacks them in a big ‘ol pile in the storage closet that connects to the bathroom. When it’s gets high enough, she takes ‘em to be recycled.

Well, now courtesy of Ichigo, there are magazines all over the bathroom floor, the hallway, and the living room. None in the kitchen though, which is where I stayed when this started going down. He didn’t just spread the magazines out – oh no, he sliced them up, and shredded them. Mom had gone to the store and come back to find Ichigo starting in on the toilet paper. Mom was not amused.

Hallway looks very funny right now. Pictures of animals from the National Geographic magazines mixed up with human fashion from Marie Claire and Vogue. There’s even bits and pieces from some jewlery magazine (wedding bands for men!) along with Investment Advisor, and People.

Mom’s got quite the mess to clean and Ichigo is in deep doody.

Mom stepped outside to smoke one of her smelly sticks. At least it wasn’t one of them swisher sweet cigars, or the other flavored ones she sometimes smokes. Those things are strong and the sweet scent of peach, strawberry, or cherry makes it worse on my kitty nose. This time though it was a cigarette, not quite as powerful.

Well, if I didn’t know Mom was stressed before, I do now. Dead giveaway Mom is stressing over something – she smokes.

At least Mom goes outside to do that stuff and she’s fixing to take a shower (silly humans gets soaking wet to get clean) so the smell won’t linger for much longer. Still, I don’t likes it when she does that.

Everything’s good, right?

WRONG!

Grandma’s clients are behind on payment so she barely had enough for some of her bigger bills. The cellphone bill Mom and Grandma split because they’re on a family plan to help save money between the two. Grandma went over the minutes again (which means she talks too much ) and she couldn’t pay her half plus the overage stuff right now, so Mom covered all of it. BAM! There goes all the extra money Mom just had.

So, Mom is making sure to donate to the vampires (they take her blood, she says plasma, whatever and they give her money) as often as she’s allowed to help build up a cushion because this payday she won’t get as much. She was sick remembers, plus there was a holiday so banks were closed too. I don’t think she’s bad off enough to get one of those payday advance loans you hears about all the time on TV and the radio, but if she does, I’m willing to let her sell my baby brother. Ichigo wouldn’t mind helping out either. He’ll volunTOLD to do it.

Sometimes she’d doze off, but that’s it. So Ichigo and I had to behave and try not to disturb her when she managed to nap for a bit. The tv got left on and it was on a boring channel that seemed to have nothing but infomercials, shopping shows, and commercials. The shopping shows were all boring. The infomercials were for boring or stupid stuff. And the commercials – nothing but drugs for this and that sickness, applying for title loans Utah and California (which is not where we live!), new cars, and some jewlery. I was ever so glad when Mom turned the tv off and got up to make another kettle of water for tea!

I wonder if Mom will stay home tomorrow too? Despite the droning and boring tv, it was nice having her here all day.

And she’s still got all these other bills and planned expenses she’s gotta take care of too. Poor Mom! Looks like she’s gonna be going to that place regularly for a while. That Place stabs Mom with a needle and takes stuff outta her but pays her for it. She calls it plasma, but I’ve seen the needle mark on her arm and smelt the blood drawn so I think she’s confused on what they’re doing to her.

Humans are so weird. Why do they pay each other for that anyway? Are they really that bad of hunters?

But, I don’t mind really, because then I get the whole bed to myself!

This my furriends, is how you spend your Sunday. Mom, take note.

They’ve been there, sitting on the shelf, nice and safe for some time now. I like to climb on the bottom two shelves, but never the top ones. Mom knows this, and yet, she still gave me the stink eye when they ended up on the floor the other day. She didn’t punish anyone though ’cause she didn’t know who did it.

Well, this evening, when she came home, her foot kinda found the glasses that were on the floor with a loud and not so healthy crunch.

Mom was not amused.

She keeps looking at me like it was my fault too. But it wasn’t me!

Ichigo got up on the top shelves and was playing there again, not me. He knocked them and played with ‘em, not me. He left them where Mom would step on them, not me. Yet now Mom is looking at me all disapointed like and I got no treats.

I guess I could have batted them outta the way or something, but I forgot all about them to be honest. I’m sorry your friend’s eyeball covers were destroyed Mom, but it wasn’t me.