What is this cone business all about?

Well, I survived going back to the scary vet place and they made me take, yet another, nap, only this time when I woke up, I was all bandaged and felt really woozy. I had to stay overnight, which was not fun. I don't know what they did to me, but my knees are sore and I can't walk well, I'm very wobbly. I am at home now w/ this crazy cone thing around my head and I can't eat or drink very well 'cause the cone gets in the way.

Mom keeps holding the dish up to my lips and I sneak a bite in and a sip of water every so often. It's very uncomfortable.

I am meowing for this thing to be removed!!!!

Thanks for all your support and love.
See a picture of me post-surgery below:

Catnip

I am meowing telling you, I love catnip. It's so much fun. My brothers and I had some today and then we had a blast rolling all over the floor, of course, with a few stretches here/there for me.

I have a favorite toy mouse that I love to play with and my mom fills it w/ catnip for me, Yeeeha!

The day after tomorrow I have to go back to the scary vet place. I think Mom/Dad are more nervous than I am. Mom brought home some fancy dancy carrier for me, but she thinks I don't know what it is. She put a fuzzy blanket in the bottom, some toys and catnip, but she's not tricking me. I'm staying far away from the new carrier.

Gotta go, I hear Dad shaking the bag of treats! Yummmers...

A day in the life of the Vinster

I was born in March of 2006, so I'm just a little guy, not even a year old. I've had a tough beginning because I was born outside, but my mom, Mina, took great care of my three siblings and I. We were found and trapped by a wonderful woman named Carol, who eventually helped us find our way to our foster mom, Sandy. She took very good care of us and loved us so much. Her house is known as the feral finishing school, where she taught us how to love and be social and especially how to play with other cats.

We loved living at Sandy's. We had so many playmates because she takes care of lots of cats, and we adore playing with other cats. Once in a while people would come to visit and this one day, a couple came and visited, and they came back another day, and yet another day and then they took my brother Lil B and I home where we met our new brother Bob. He had recently lost his brother Tom, so there was a few days of hissing, but after a few days, he welcomed us.

We love our new home, and Bob is the greatest big brother. Things were going great, and my brothers and I were causing all kinds of kitty rukus and mahem, jumping, and running through the house, and then one day I stared hobbling around and I can no longer jump and sometimes I can't get around all that well.

I had to go to the scary place that my mom/dad call the vet. MEOW - that's a scary icky place. I had to go three times! One time they made me take a nap while they poked and prodded all over me! I woke up feeling kind of sick. I was very happy to see my dad when he came to pick me up.

I am going in for surgery on Monday and I'm not sure exactly what that means, but mom/dad keep telling me they love me and I'll feel better after and will be able to jump and play again.

I've attached some pictures of me having a great old meowing kitty time before this knee business, as well as some pics of me now. I often have to lie around and stretch 'cause that's the only thing that helps my knees pop into place temporarily.

Stay tuned for my progress and please send lots of kitty loves and prayers to me, Mom/Dad and brothers Bob & Lil B.