Who would have known that by playing up my old war injury for sympathy, would result in the lady human shoving a pill down my throat every night?
While I was at the smelly building, the man in the white coat apparently gave the humans a bottle of pills to give to me. Not all at once, just half a pill at a time, in order to prolong the tormenting. Grrrr.
Filed by on Nov 4th, 2007 under Padre's Posts, Tormenting. 2 Purrs or Hisses.























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