I get back from the V-E-T several ounces thinner from all the fur that THEY shave off me, and I thank the Cat Goddess that THEY finally take that darn tube out of my neck.
Merry Christmas! The only present I get this year is something THEY take away. Whatever -- it's a blessing in any case. I'm feeling so much better now!
Twice a day, People #1 keeps sticking another tube into the corner of my mouth. At least it doesn't stay there long. It spits out this nasty tasting stuff, but I take it like the mancat that I am.
Except the few times that I manage to spit it out. Ha ha ha!
I'm training my People to give me treats as soon as that tube is out of my mouth.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for my special Christmas dinner. A word starting with an "h" might freeze over first.
People #2 picks me up and puts me on another part of the couch while HE eats off that plate. Oh well.
I'm a little bit annoyed but at least he pets me all the time while he's eating, and I purr in contentment, despite my best efforts to remain aloof.
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