Well, maybe you noticed, or didn’t, haha, that I forgot to offer my little kitty thoughts yesterday, but frankly, after having some anthro with a beard walk right into our house and pull out a syringe, whatever that is, full of antibiotic and then on top of THAT to have him pull out ANOTHER one full of anti-inflammatory and STICK GUESS WHO, I just wasn’t up to snuff. Whatevr THAT is.
Yes, yes, it was my teeth…
Or rather, IS my teeth. But you know what—after those needles of whatever they were, I leapt and gamboled about the house like a gay young chamois, as papa’s granny used to recite:
“How lightly leaps the gay young chamois, from rock to rock and never misses. I always feel all cold and clammy when on the edge of precipices.”
Well, you get the picture.
But I’m not cured—mama is stealthily following me around the house with a big, pink pill in her fingers. She thinks I don’t know what that is, haha. But getting it down my gullet is going to take some conniving, you can bet your paws.
10-day course, indeed.
As they say here in Rome, “in bocca al lupo”—“in the mouth of the wolf”, which means “good luck with that”.
Hey better his mouth than MINE!
Loulou, take your medicine! We want you to be well, as do your mama and papa.
Mama tried to hide it in my wet food. No chance. Any ideas?
Oh ear, LouLou – did you lose some teeth or just get a thorough cleaning? One of my outdoor kitties had to have all but 4 of his teeth pulled in Augustand when he went back for a checkup he ha broken one of those. But he is still eating.
Please don’t bite Mama too hard when she gives you that pill. A lot of anthros say they put cat pills in baby food –
I loved Papa’s gramma’s poem. It sounds a bit like Ogden Nash.
HEY, baby food. Great idea. I’ve always wanted to taste it…maybe mousemousse flavor.