Morning and night and morning and night, the mighty wriggling muscle struggle against the forces of ear drops have not prevailed. They trimmed my nails before all this began, giving themselves the upper hand. The ear massage to put the oil down is not sufficient counterbalance…prrrrrr,…but lovely…
Archive for March, 2007
As I sat on my brisket waiting for the tuna (one can dream) to drop into my food altar I was grabbed. Again I was pinned and oily drops went down the tickle of my ear. I got away but not in time.
I am off my game. I shall have to do extra catethentics to improve agility for this new challenge.
On the positive side, I did get some extra crunchies with breakfast.
As I was dozing, the human slipped up to me in that aren’t-you-adorable-must-hug! sort of way. While I contemplated indulging her or scooting off, she grabbed me and what’s more bagged me.
I left some wet paw streaks across the examination table. Still, no bottom squeezes, no blood stolen. But I was put in an arm vice and drops went down my ear!!!
My ear keeps itching. I try to only scratch when the humans aren’t watching.
I’m afraid my ear is telling on me. My toes have been stroking less hair with each pass over the last few days.
The humans brought some more humans here. Two smelt of cow. I once lived in a byre. I knew them well. One tried to pick me up so naturally I disappeared under the bed. A fourth person came later. He, with the grace that befits cats, ignored me. So I lapped him.