The Pills Have Got To Stop


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.

Tonight I spat it out and the lady didn’t notice, because I pretended to swallow it. However, the man was not convinced by my swallowing performance, and decided to move the sofa away from the wall to look for it. He picked the pill up off the floor and gave it back to the lady who forced it into my mouth, and this time it rolled down my throat before I could get a good gag reflex going.

In related news, I have decided to stop hopping around on three legs, because it would be my luck that they would just drag me back to that smelly building and come home with more pills.

I just need to figure out where they keep the bottle with the pills in it, and see to it that the bottle meets an untimely end.

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Tuesday, November 6, 2007 3:34 pm

Padre, I sure am happy to meet you. And Panda bear and Meerkat, too! You are going to have so much fun playing in the cat blogosphere and I think you will meet many new friends. I think walking on all four legs was a good decision. But you should try your hardest to swallow all your pills. Even though they are very, very yucky. See you soon!

Thursday, November 8, 2007 10:48 am

Poor Padre! Ya, you haf to be careful the sympathy ploy doesn’t go too far. The vet nefur finds anyfing wrong wif Bonnie, but she always improves after a bisit anyway. Maybe she’s decided the vet is a fate worse than lifin wif me! Purrs!

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