Catnip and Catnaps

They seem to have stopped doping me. I was feeling so groggy. I’m starting to feel like my old self a bit, but without the itchy ear or the roiling farts of thunder. When I call for food altar replacements I run away as soon as I’m sure the food will be laid down. Then I go hide under to couch in case they get any ideas about squirting any more foul tasting stuff down my mouth. So far, so good. 

The good news is that I’m getting half the throat-squirts of horrid tastes that I was. I’m sure it’s because I’ve learned to be cagey and not be caged. Since my energies are better I’ve been able to wriggle and escape a lot more often. I made a couple wrong turns when I lost my head and got backed into a closet.I miss my petting but I can’t risk getting toweled and get that ick down my throat. I’ll do all my cuddling as body contact on their heads while they’re asleep instead.

I didn’t know there was moderation here. Now I’ve  let all your words thru. How great-hearted you all are! I’m feeling ever so petted.

I told you all I was getting old. Time does fly faster when you’re older. I have been to the vet a lot. I had to become a camel again for a while because I wasn’t feeling so great and water is too boring when you feel low, and beans don’t let me have vodka.  I had had ear infection again. There were more drops for my ears to shake out. I am on pills for thyroid, pills for arthritis and now for kidney disease. My food had more pills than chicken these days. Here I am at my last visit to the vet.