Friends, that is terrible stuff! I think I might be Allergic to it! When I first became a Boss Cat, it didn't bother me much, but this last month it made my furs fall out, and I got all itchy so I scratched at it and made a Great Red Spot (like Jupiter's, but just a little smaller) and AB Karen said "Oh dear" and now I have something called Comfortis. Which implies "comfort"--right? Well.
Comfortis is a pill. I don't do pills.
It's a chewable pill, but it smells like yuck. AB Karen smushed one and covered it with gravy, to which I replied, "Nope."
Then she put a whole one in a handful of treats. I ate all of the treats, but to the pill I said "Nope."
AAB Christine got the bright idea to bring in Pill Pockets.
|See that ginormous pill? It's bigger than the pocket!!!|
She even brought in two flavors, thinking she could entice me with Salmon flavored treats. Unfortunately (for her, the Traitor), I don't like soft treats one bit. They get stuck in my teeths. So I said "Nope" to that idea, too.
Now I hear whispering between AABs Christine and Britta Re: "Pilling the Cat."
Allow me to refer you to a blog post from December 6, 2008:
We did get one thing straight: The library staff will never, ever give me pills.Hmmmm. Apparently I work with a lot of Liar-Liar-Pants-On-Fires. Or at least three (3) of them.
I have a bad feeling about how this afternoon is going to go. I'm alert and prepared for battle.
|I dare you.|
PS My V-E-T appointment last month was just my yearly check-up. I have clean ears, bright eyes, and nice teeths. I am alert and responsive.
There was talk about my *ahem* slightly-more-masculine-than-last-year weight. I have gained one (1) pound. I tried telling Dr. Jon it was All Muscle, but he said maybe I should have fewer treats.
The good thing is that I have thirteen (13!!!) people to treat me, and sometimes there are miscommunications. . .