Happy Cinco de Mayo, everyone! I know I'm late, but I just wanted to get it in anyway. Thank goodness Mom decided to dress up a stuffie and not me. I'll try to get around to the parties.
Many thanks to Zoolatry for this beautiful watercolor rendition of me. I absolutely love it. Now on to the updates. Mom has developed an unhealthy interest in my poop. I was sitting in my litter box, taking care of business when Mom came into the litter box room to take care of her business. Instead of politely turning away and giving a fellow a little privacy, she sat there and watched very carefully. She even told me that I was a good boy after I finished burying.
Karen Jo: It was a very good poop, Herman.
Sheesh! Could you possibly be any more patronizing?
Karen Jo: I mean it. You not only made pudding poop, you made pudding poop with raisins.
Do you have to be so cutesy about it? Can't you just say that I had a little solid matter in my poop?
Karen Jo: I like being cutesy about it. Poop isn't the most pleasant thing to discuss.
Mom was following me around with the camera again today.
Karen Jo: I wanted to show all your friends how you are holding your tail up now, instead of at half-mast, but you wouldn't stay still long enough for me to get a picture. You are getting playful again, too.
What makes you think that? I haven't touched any of my toys.
Karen Jo: You like to lead the way down the hall for breakfast. This morning I got in front of you and you snagged at my socks to make me stop so you could get in front. You haven't done that in such a long time. You batted and kicked and bit your brush while I was brushing your tummy this morning, purring the whole time. You were playing with your brush, which you also haven't done in a long time.
The better I feel, the more I dislike taking my medicine. I fought you a bit tonight.
Karen Jo: But you took your medicine in the end. It's over in just a few seconds.
But the taste lingers on. Boy, I hate how that stuff tastes.
Karen Jo: I gave you a whole bunch of Party Time treats to help with that. Here's the deal, Herman. When your poops get solid, you don't have to take that nasty medicine any more.
Really? Not ever again?
Karen Jo: Well, if your poops get runny again, then you will have to take it again, but the medicine stops when you poops get normal.
Come on, normal poops! I can hardly wait.
Karen Jo: Neither can I. I do have a bit of bad news for you.
What's that?
Karen Jo: Simba told me that those treats that Daisy told you about are made from raw chicken liver and you can't have raw food because of your compromised immune system.
Drat! They sounded so good, too. I am pretty much off human-type food, anyway.
Karen Jo: I noticed. You never did eat your steak and you didn't want the piece of chicken alfredo I gave you at lunch today, either.
Ha! Did you notice that chicken in my dish when you got home tonight?
Karen Jo: Oh, so you did eat it after I went to work. It beats me why you won't eat the tastes I give you of my food while it is still warm and fresh, but wait a few hours, then eat it, sometimes. I think you nibbled at your duck and pea, too.
I'm not telling. If it isn't obvious, then I didn't eat much of it.
Karen Jo: Even if you just ate a little, that's good. It's very good for you. You really are enjoying your kitten chow these days.
It's yummy. I love how you keep filling up my dish, so I have plenty to eat while you are gone, even if I don't usually eat much until you get home.
Karen Jo: I love how you head straight for your food and start eating almost as soon as I get home. Eat up as much as you can hold, Herman; you need to gain your weight back.
