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Guest Blog: Siah Steps In.

I'm not sure why I'm even letting her do this, but she asked like a million times.  So here is a guest blog from Ms. Siah Sausage. 

Siah laughs at all of us.


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I'm not as bad as she makes me out to be. I'm a little gray cat and I barely cause any trouble at all, so I'm not sure why she's always complaining about me.

Sure, I like to use the litter box and then attempt to snuggle with her, but I'm just as shocked as you are that she doesn't want to appreciate my olfactory contributions.  Every scent I make is lovely, I assure you.

And of course I have to pad around the bed while they're trying to sleep. But how am I supposed to know which side of the bed is softest and comfiest unless I try both out, repeatedly?  She's just grumpy because she goes to bed late and gets up early.  It's not my fault.  I just lay there, against her ankles, forcing her to sleep like she's the Vitruvian Man.  (I looked that up.) 

Yes, there's also some truth to her issues with me stalking her in the bathroom. But that's just fun for me.

Also, this whole "the cat ate my pump tubing" complaint is just plain silly.  I am a cat.  If something plastic and bouncy dangles in front of my face, I will go after it.  Instinct, people!  I haz them.  Besides, insulin has a nice, chewy band aid sort of taste to it. Same goes for playing with and hiding test strips.  Toys are toys - I don't care if they have your DNA on them.  (Yes, I also looked up "DNA."  I may be a cat but I can use Google.)

The plain truth is this:  She loves me.  When people aren't looking, she picks me up and snuggles me.  She balances used test strips on my head and laughs at how I walk around without knocking them off.  She talks to me when Chris isn't home, and I wouldn't be surprised if she was on the verge of issuing a commemorative plate in my honor.  

So don't listen to her rantings about what a pain I am.

The woman thinks I'm my own pajamas. 

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I don't even know what to say.


I love this cat. Is she related to Garfield?

Too cute Siah

LOL, thanks for the laugh, Kerri! I'm all in Serious Mode, writing a Serious Post, and I needed that :)

"Testing 1, 2, Yanni" now has competition for the best line ever from "I'm my own pajamas"

Love it!


You should have Siah as a guest Ever Friday!!!
Great post Kerri. So adorably funny.

Hope the cruise is a rockin' as in fun, not literally, whoa sea sick.


Oh my goodness this is too adorable. Siah, did you take that photo yourself?!

We've all always known you were simply misunderstood!

hahahahahha this totally made my friday!

I have always thought Ms. Siah Sausage should be able to defend herself.

I've always wanted to hear her side of the story!

Siah Sausage, I feel your pain. My boy, Ian, seems to take issue with me licking his head at 5am. Hey, his hair is all out of place and he doesn't bathe enough, so I feel like it's my duty to fix it for him. Can I help it if 5am is a purrfectly reasonable wake up time and he's just a lazy bones? no, I cannot. Besides that, I get hungry, and certain cats need to be fed and our other owner, that teenager person, isn't the fastest with bringing out the food in the morning. So a cat has to do what a cat has to do.

ps. I like pump tubing too. Especially when it dangles out of Ian's pocket. ..its such a nice little loop to get my little paw on....

love your post, Siah!

YES! Insulin does, indeed, smell like BAND AIDS!! I so get that! I've mentioned that to my husband in the past... but I don't think he got it. He just looked at me like I had two heads.

Great post Siah! No wild cat house parties while Kerri's away!


-Colorado Star Cats

This seals the deal. Siah is the president of our new company. ;-)

Dear Siah,

I keep telling my mommy that you are getting a bad rap. And I hate to tell you this, but when your mommy is late to work, she has been known to BLAME YOU for turning off her alarm clock. I tried to call or text and let you know all about it, but my cell phone privileges have been revoked. Isn't that mean? Geesh, a little pee on the bed and you get punished for weeks!! Girl, we've got it pretty rough, don't we? Then again, we always get plenty of food and cuddles. Don't worry, we'll get our mommies all trained really soon.

Your BFF,

PS: I heard a rumor that my mommy is taking me to NYC for a day - without daddy!!! Want to come along?

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