I got this great birdie with lots of feathers from Tamar and the cats at I Have Cat. I checked it out really well and pawed it and groomed it a bit, but didn't really play with it. Maybe later. Some days I play quite a bit and some days I don't. Mom can't figure out why. Mom has been acting really strange lately. She lies down and whole lot and goes to bed early a bunch.
Karen Jo: I have just been feeling really tired lately. I am going to blame it on the weather. It has been cloudy and windy and cold at night. Call it Delayed Spring Syndrome. That's why I haven't been blogging regularly.
Mom is getting too smart for my liking. Tonight she announced that it was time for my medicine and I disappeared. She got everything ready and couldn't find me. I had remembered that one time she got my medicine ready, but I was using my litter box, so she waited for me to finish. Sure enough, when she saw me in the litter box, she went away. The trouble is she soon realized that I was just lying in the box and not using it, so she came back and gave me my medicine right there in the litter box. Darn!
Karen Jo: You just have one more dose of the antibiotic that you hate the taste of so much, then you don't have to take it again until June.
Really? That sounds great. Does that mean no more syringed medicine?
Karen Jo: No, you still have to take your Centrine until your poop gets normal, but that's just a little pill and it shouldn't bother you so much. If you would just take it in the pill pocket, you wouldn't even notice it. At least, you didn't notice it before; it was the antibiotic that turned you off the pill pockets.
I won't touch those things again.
Karen Jo: I noticed. I tried to give you a plain one and you wouldn't even lick it. I could just stick it down your throat.
Don't even think of trying that. I have claws and I'm not afraid to use them.
Karen Jo: I could turn you into a cat burrito and do it that way.
I think I would rather have the syringe after all.