Below are the 12 most recent journal entries recorded in Toadstool's LiveJournal:

Thursday, July 13th, 2006
9:00 pm	Really Most Sincerely Dead Well, that's all, folks. I'm officially dead as of about 3:30PM this afternoon. Da Mama has arranged me in my favorite basket and I look like I'm posed for a Victorian death portrait. She misses me a lot but she's also glad I'm not suffering anymore (Not Da Mama's in the same boat); my quality of life has been pretty crappy since January, really. Hey, I got lots of morphine at the end, which was not bad at all. Best of luck to you living folks, and I'll be seeing you soon enough. Peace, Love, and Nirvana, Toadie Current Mood: dead (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
9:30 pm	I'm not dead yet! I have been sleeping most of the time and wake up around 4:30AM to tell Da Mama to serve me my breakfast, and then I eat about half a teaspoon of wet food and maybe drink a little out of the bathroom sink. Then, back to my new favorite basket on Not Da Mama's side of the bed, and I wake up again when she comes home from work and eat about half a teaspoon of wet food and maybe drink a little out of the bathroom sink, then a little more out of the fountain if I'm feeling frisky. Then, guess what? Back to bed until Da Mama comes home, and then maybe I want a quarter teaspoon of food (I know, what a pig!) and a drink and, best of all, a nap. No, not a dirt nap, silly. I'm still purring when I get a pet, too. Current Mood: grumpy (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 21st, 2006
10:19 pm	Well, I'm dying Isn't that a pip? And the dyinger I get, the less grumpy I am. I let Da Mama trim all of my tingernails, something never before accomplished except under sedation, and I let her and Not Da Mama pick me up and pet me. I am feeling very cute and I purr when they talk to me and pet me, but I'm also very sleepy and dehydrated and I'm not looking my best. I don't like my basket on the bed anymore and have selected, at least for the past two days, the guest bathroom sink. I tried the bathtub, too, but that wasn't as good. Tomorrow will suck, assuming I survive the night, because there are Bad Men coming to tear apart the guest bathroom and so I will lose my comfortable sink. But I'll worry about that when the time comes. For now, it's back to sleep, until it's time for the last sleep. Oh, and I'm not sure whether I'll post from the dead; I'll worry about that, too, when the time comes. Current Mood: grumpy (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 3rd, 2006
10:20 pm	Mischa is fat Mischa is a cat who lives in my house. I don't know why I haven't killed him yet, but I haven't. I hate it when he eats my food, drinks my water and uses my litterbox. Even worse is when he sleeps on my bed. Anyway, he's fat, and that's not a bad thing in and of itself, but he is in denial and so there is a little website that is there to document the fact for him: http://www.mischaisafattie.com If you have time and inclination, please visit the site and sign the Guest Book and be sure to comment there about exactly how fat he is. Because he is. Fat. And he eats my food and I hate that. Current Mood: grumpy (2 Comments |Comment on this)
9:59 pm	Humans suck a lot and I hate them (except Da Mama) You know, I am nearly 16 years old and still the sheer evilness and greed of humans continues to amaze me. Was it really cheaper to haul dead animals all the way to West Virgnia than to cremate them properly, as agreed? And then not even to have the decency to bury them, but to leave them out to rot and cause a health hazard to wildlife and humans...truly an ugly soul was responsible for this. And what really PISSES ME OFF (granted, that's not difficult) is we thought we had The Empress Wu's ashes here with us, and now Da Mama is not so sure that they are Wu's, having come from the same corrupt crematorium, and she finds this upsetting and does not pay attention to me like she should. Which is bad. Now, in the big scheme of things, it doesn't reeeeeeally matter if those are Wu's ashes -- The Empress Wu was not her body -- but one would like to know if these ashes are indeed hers, and whether one's Mama (and other Mamas and manthings with beloved departed petses) was duped. It makes The Toadie verrrry annnngry. Current Mood: grumpy (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 11th, 2005
7:58 pm	My review of War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells (the book, not the movie) I also hate Edward Gorey, although Da Mama thinks he is the bees' knees. Current Mood: grumpy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 10th, 2004
9:44 am	Horrors: Being locked outside by inconsiderate humans Yesterday that horrible Ryan, da mama's brother-in-law, let me out of the house when he left for his pitiful gubmint job. Churlishly, he neglected to explain that I would not be able to get back in. What a heartless cad! I was exposed to the elements outside for hours and hours, including sunlight, clouds, and heat in the seventies and low eighties, until not-da-mama returned from her dismal job ("helping" people by gesticulating at them wildly) and let me back into the shack in which I'm forced to reside. I have never spent such a long time outside. That stupid Zoe barked all day and scared me. It was miserable. I hate nature and everything to do with it, especially when it includes imbecilic dogs, unless I need to make a statement such as leaving my calling card in the middle of the lawn, or better yet, in the middle of the welcome mat in front of the door. Remind me to recount that tale to you one day. It's also about that blackguard, Ryan. He is evil, I tell you. Pure eeeeeevil. Current Mood: grumpy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 31st, 2004
12:14 pm	Picking me up is not allowed by anyone not-da-mama. In fact, even da mama is on thin ice when picking me up. Do not do it as it makes me annnnngry, very annnnngry. You are lucky if you retain your eyes after picking me up, because I do not like it one bit, and I do not like you one bit before you do it, and I like you even less when you do it, and then it occurs to me that you would look so much better with no eyes when I am that close to your soft, squishy little furless face. Note that even after you put me down I will be unhappy with you. More importantly, I will be unhappy with the entire world, and I will bite each and every one of them, except da mama. I will remain annnngry until I have a nice long nap, and then all will be forgotten. That is, until you try picking me up again. Current Mood: grumpy (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 22nd, 2004
9:22 pm	My basket Do not disturb me when I am in my basket. Ever. When I am in my basket, pretend it is as if you are dead. After all, this is what *I* am doing as much as possible. Pretending that you are dead, that is. I'll let you know if I need something. Especially do not take pictures of me when I am in my basket. Ever. The bright light annoys me and makes me want even more to pretend that you are dead. Current Mood: grumpy (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 12th, 2004
7:39 pm	Pet me. Now. Right now. No, NOW. I'll bite you when it's time for you to stop. Current Mood: grumpy (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 7th, 2004
11:27 pm	It's okay if you want to drop dead. Current Mood: grumpy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 4th, 2004
6:49 pm	I hate you That is all. Current Mood: grumpy (Comment on this)