Thursday, January 8, 2015
Yo, Ceiling Cat
Dude - you are a dude, right? always got the impression you were - we need to talk. This is the second time you've ratted me out, you do realize, I hope.
This has to stop! See, I have another UTI. Mom discovered this morning that there was some pee that wasn't the right color in the turned down plastic liner. Same way she discovered my first one, last fall. Normally the plastic stays put.
She's convinced that you made sure she knew that I had a problem both times. Ok, so this time is a bit better... she was able to go to the Stabby Place lady and get some medicine for me without dragging me out into the 14 degree morning. Mom tells me that is plenty cold, and nobody wants to go out in that, much less a noble and dignified but short furred mancat. But still, I have to get those pills shoved down my throat! AGAIN!!
(Mom says I have to have full disclosure and admit that the pills are in Pill Pockets. But I don't like them, and they still have to be coaxed down my throat. Same difference, if you ask me. Also, these are a different brand and shouldn't make my tummy unhappy.)