Monday, May 9, 2011
Karen Jo: You gave me a much better Mother's Day gift than you know. Neither of you was being a cranky kitty today. There was lots of playing, with chase and tag being the main games. Last night you both came to bed with me and let me pet each of you with one hand, with no jealousy. Herman, you even let me weigh you without any fuss. The best present of all it that it looks like you have lost a pound. I would like to take you to the vet's and use their scale to make it official on Tuesday.
I don't want to go to the vet's.
Karen Jo: It will just be a nice ride in the stroller, into the vet's, up on the scale, and home again. I will take the stroller in empty earlier, so I can subtract that weight.
I still don't want to go.
Karen Jo: If you have lost a pound, then you get to keep your kitten dry food, which you like. If you haven't lost that pound, I will have to stop giving it to you.
Hmmm, a trip to the vet's doesn't sound so bad now. That was a nice game we played tonight.
Karen Jo: I enjoyed it, too. I know that you don't enjoy Da Bird nearly as much as Emma does, so after I played Da Bird with her for a while, I got out your mousie wand toy and moved it back and forth between you and Emma. Both of you took turns catching it. Oddly enough, Emma got tired of the game before you did. You are usually the first one to stop playing.
I think Emma got hungry or thirsty. She headed into the kitchen. We are almost out of Stinky Goodness.
Karen Jo: Not any more. I brought you home 48 cans tonight.
When are you going to start eating something good for lunch again?
Karen Jo: As soon as I find something that I want to cook. It's about time for chicken again, unless some good beef is on special.
It sounds good to me, as long as you don't cook pot roast.