My nip syringe is still one of my favorite toys, but lately the temperature has been up in the 80s and I don't feel like playing much. Mom found my nip ball again, but I'm too hot to chase it. We don't have A/C because this kind of weather never lasts long and we don't really need it. It gets down in the 50s at night and I play with Mom after she comes home from work sometimes. Mom has gotten good at popping my little half pill into my mouth and I have been letting her do it without much fuss. I don't know what has gotten into me. I used to really fight this. Maybe I got as tired of the baby food syringed into the mouth as she got of fixing it and doing it. This way Mom can be sure that I am getting my full dose, which is the main reason she tried switching methods. I got to try something new today. Mom made pork chops and she let me have some tiny bites. I liked it. She offered me some popcorn last night, but I wouldn't even lick it. Mom tried to really sleep in yesterday, but I wouldn't let her.
Karen Jo: I have been really tired and I thought I would be a bit lazy yesterday morning, but you had other plans.
You have to get up and give me my Interferon.
Karen Jo: Yes, and give you your elevenses and cheese, too.
That's right. I can't let you sleep through all that. At least I am gentle about how I wake Mom up. I usually just tap her cheek with my paw, or get on her chest and meow in her face. Yesterday I had to put my paw on her arm and extend my claws to get her moving.
Karen Jo: That last method is quite effective.