Funky Day

This afternoon, mum was doing my nails while I was sleeping, and all of a sudden, she STOPPED!!

She yelled to D-Guy - "OMG! I found another bump on Sunshade's toe!"


The nail dremeling didn't wake me up, but her yelling woke me up alright! Then she started going crazy on her compooooter and looking all worried.

(mum: does this look like the beginning of a malignant melanoma??? I'm going to see if I can get her in to see the vet tomorrow... This is the fourth bump/lump I've found since her surgery. I'm like a lump detector now. Previous 3 came out to be fatty lumps, but this one looks different.)

D-Guy came down and said he was going to walk me to a store to buy something (while mum continued her crazy on the poooter). Mum said it was POURING outside, but D-Guy insisted on taking me.

So mum said if he really wanted to walk me, then I had to be well covered.....


I think D-Guy insisted on taking me out despite the typhoon because pretty hooman gurrrrrls like to talk to him when I'm around,


He always tells mum that it's because he's "HOT & SEXY" so the hooman gurrrrrls talk to him, and that it has nothing to do with my presence.


I've never had the heart to tell him the truth....... (I'm sure you all know what it is!!)


Anyway, mum told D-Guy that he couldn't take my bandanna off. According to her, that's how bandannas are supposed to be worn.


D-Guy told mum to not be surprised if the bandanna gets lost!!!!

This is my - you-can't-be-serious face,


And then something happened....

But we must not say......

Then we came home!!


Like this!!!


(mum: SO! Sunshade came home wearing the bandanna, albeit in a strange kind of fashion (see above). I took the bandanna off, and her head was soaking wet!!! The bandanna on the other hand was as dry as I'd remembered. What do you think happened?)

After din din, mum ABANDONED me for a looooooong time. After a looooooong time, she came back with this,



Please don't let the picture fool you. First thing she said to D-Guy when she first walked in the door was - "STINKY doesn't like this....." and looked all disappointed. (mum: I said Jaffa.)

If you want to know what happened in detail, you can visit STINKY's stinky blog. But to make a heart wrenching story short, she ABANDONED me and bought a new toy for STINKY (FYI, this is the heart wrenching part, not what comes next). She brought the new toy over to STINKY, at his new forever home.


(mum: You wish Sunshade! His TEMPORARY home until we have the Cushing's drug under control. I need to measure Sunshade's water in take, and she still shouldn't really move too much due to the skin around the wound being tight.)

The only reason that I got to play with it was because STINKY didn't like it... (I quote),



Can you believe it??? Since when do I get rejected toyz?


I must admit tho....


This funky ball is pretty fun.....


From all angles...


I just can't believe it wasn't brand new for ME you know?? And rejected by STINKY to boot...