[as dictated to Tanya]
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I say NO MORE. And I MEAN it. MEOW!
No more pricking me. No more syringes of medicine. No more vet. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Mommy is better at giving me my Sub-Q’s, but I am tired of having it done. I am tired of having syringes of yucky medicine given to me multiple times a day. Sometimes I am innocently napping when I am abruptly woken up and given medicine. RUDE!!
I do not want to go into the carrier. I do not want to go to the vet. I am fine. FINE. My fur is back to being silky soft. I eat good. I pee and poop. What more do I need to do?
[T] You hide every morning and refuse to come out and take your medicine, which is a huge pain for me. And what about me? I spend my day playing nurse Tanya. I have other things that I need to get done too.
Really? Like what? Your sole job is to cater to my every whim. Well, my whim says no more medicine! I only want food and pets. That’s it. Easy peasy. Everything else goes. Kapeesh?
[T] Well, it would save me a few bucks but then your kidneys would get worse. And you’d get sick. Do you want that Emeril? To stay overnight in the kitty hospital again?
No. I don’t. Fine. I’ll just say yes then. But I am gonna give you plenty of catattitude.
[T] I wouldn’t expect anything less.
MEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. And I am on to you too, letting me post two weeks in a row. I know next Monday is Halloween, and you better not put me in some stupid costume. I do not want to be Puss in Boots. I am Emeril Wolfgang. I swear if you make me dress up, I will retaliate! I mean it too!