A Story of Bonnie

Since Bonnie told stories bout me, I'm telling on her.

Bonnie's called the Attack Tabby cuz she growls and hisses and swats people sometimes. The other night, Mom answered the door to a salesman, and while I stayed in the hallway out of sight, Bonnie stood behind Mom and growled at the man, again and again. Mom said, "Sorry, that's our attack cat. She's been like this since we brought another cat home." Silly Bonnie. She wouldn't be so brave if she didn't have Mom to hide behind.

Thanksgiving: Ho, boy! I had been here a whole month and Bonnie was as pissy as she can be. Dad's parents came to visit from Catifornia, so Mom and Dad and even the boy were picking up and cleaning and moving all kinds of interesting stuff around. Well, Bonnie was upset about me, she was also upset about the stuff-moving and cleaning, so then Dad's family arrived, Bonnie LOST IT! She growled at Mom and Dad lots and had to be timed out in their room. Then, she stopped eating and drinking! They said she growled so much, she turned into a pony (she was a little hoarse - B&V's Mom) so they shut her in their room with food, water, and a litterbox. But she still sulked under the bed and wouldn't eat. It was a weekend when Mom and Dad were home extra days and they said Bonnie needed to go to the vet but it wasn't open (I fink Bonnie planned that). When Mom finally took Bonnie to the vet after Dad's parents left, she was MEAN. Our vet's a really nice lady but Bonnie tried to bite her. They were afeared she ate somefing bad or had somefing stuck inside her or maybe even toomors, so they asked ex-Ray to take her pictor. His camera showed her insides but they didn't see anyfing. Well, she went to another vet so they could force her to have water with ivy. She was gone overnight and most of the next day and ex-Ray took another pictor but they still didn't find anyfing wrong. They said she was stressed out and that's why she wouldn't eat or drink or go potty.
Mom says they thought she was "an or ex-ick" due to stress. When she relaxed a bit and was wet again, her blood test was normal. An maybe her throat hurt from hissing and growling. They shaved her leg (you can see it in the pictor) and used ivy to high-drate her. They put a e-collar on her and she was so mean, she dis-lodged the ivy, so they sent her home to relax after getting her wet enough. She's been fine ever since, just grumpy. Mom says that was a really expensive trick Bonnie played and now they know she's a Drama Queen.

So that's my story about Bonnie. I just want to be her friend, but she doesn't want any friends and that's sad. I fink she'd be happier if she'd be nicer to people.