May 7th 2011 10:15 am
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Wednesday I had to go see Unkl Dr. Mike. He felt me all over like he always does to make sure my "bads" were not coming back. Mama checks me almost every day too. She feels my leggies in back and my armpits in the front. After Unkl weighed me and checked me all over, he decidered I could start my new medsins. Unkl found some nuther peoples with pets who would share the cost of a huge bottle of medsins. That was very nice of Unkl to help us like that.
Do not tell Unkl Dr., but I really do love him. He tries so hard to help me. Unkl used my weight to figure out my dose. Then he mixed my new medsins with some yummy corn oil. I already had my nuther medsins that day, so I had to wait until Thursday morning to get my new medsins. When mama started to give me the new medsins Thursday morning, I reached out and got my paws around the syringe and pulled it right to my nose. Yum! Something smelled very yummy. Mama gave me the medsins, and I thought they were good! That made mama very happy. Now I have to take the new medsins one day and the old medsins the next day for two weeks. Then Unkl Dr. wants to wean me (didn't I already do that when I was a kitten?) from the old medsins. Mama is crossing her fingers, and I am crossing my paws that the new medsins will control my "bads" for the rest of my life.
Now, about that challenge. Member when I said mama put the big rubber band on the jewelry box? Well, this morning mama was trying to sleep in, but it was not working. Gunnie was rattling the closet doors, and mama kept yelling at him. Then he would run off and come back in a few minutes and do it again. Then mama heard anuther noise. She looked over and saw me working on getting the jewelry box open. My fluffy booty was planted right in the middle of the dressing table, and I was going "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" on the door trying to get it open and get my pretty, sparkly jewels out to play with. I was thinking about plan B because the whooshing was not working at all, but then mama yelled real loud at me. I skittered off the dressing table, and things went flying in all directions. I guess I will have to lay low for awhile until mama forgets about it.
When mama turned on the radio, the CD door on the boom box was open again, and the tape player was fast forwarding...again. Mama does not think that was me because I am not a high jumper. My leggies are too short, and my body is heavy. Mama thinks it was Gunnie because he is a real good jumper, and he is always getting into truble just like me. How about that; a double bill?
Are you and Gunnie playing music again?
Good luck on the new meds.
Have a great day with Your family.
LOve, Kibbles family
You are the sweetest and funnist girl, you sound just like me,I love sparkly things too and do my best to get into momcat's jewelry box or should I say boxes *giggles* you and Gunnar sound like you are having fun, keep up the good work, Congrats on being a DDP, have fun and get into all the trouble you can,*giggles* again, Hugs Presley ~
Happy Concats on being a DDP Peekie! We sure hope the new meds work out.
Me-wow have you and Gunnie got some tabby 'tude going! Are you sure you're not a cat burgler too??
Little Bit & the Sf Gals