Emeril Wolfgang is back. Mommy switched my anti-nausea medication, and it did not go so well. I puked. A lot. Projectile vomit. She may have cried a bit.
I did not feel sorry for her because I was the sick kitty. Not her. She’s the one who changed medications and misunderstood my dosage.
Who paid the price? Me.
But I am back, baby. I even ate some kibble on my own. My mommy has been “assisting” me to make sure I eat enough food. She calls it assisted-feeding. I call it rudely waking Emeril from his nap and interrupting his dreams about catching birdies. And for what? So she can syringe pureed cat food into me?
Gross. Disgusting. Rude.
She even made me eat baby food.
And do you know what baby food is? It’s people food. Self-respecting cats named Emeril Wolfgang do not eat people food.
It most likely made me sick.
[T] Emeril, you do realize that you actually prefer the taste of baby food over cat food.
I most certainly do not. GROSS!
[T] Do too.
[T] Yes, you do. I give you baby food first thing in the morning and right before you go to bed. You get cat food for all your other meals.
I love you mommy! Meow!
[T] Nice subject change, Emeril.
I know. I am a clever feline. Excuse me while I go take a nap. Please do not disturb me.