Shady-dude, a life of leisure

Mending Tootsies

Well, I've decided to put up with this whole crazy foot-soaking thing. Mostly because I know mom isn't going to take no for an answer. AND... when she's soaking my foot she doesn't pay any attention to Sydney and that is just driving the dog CRAZY! (purrrrrrrrrrrrrrs)

Plus, I hate to admit it, but the soaking makes me feel better. And when she's done with the soaking mom takes a big fluffy towel and drys my foot including between my toes. I like that so much I stretch my toes waaaay out so she can really get in there!

But I don't like the pills. Mom keeps sneaking up from behind me and the next thing I know there's fingers in my mouth shoving a pill way back in my throat. I try to spit it out but sometimes it is already down before I realize what happened. The indignity!!! But yesterday I showed her. Mom tried to give me the pill. And I pretended it was down. She even waited for a minute to make sure I didn't spit it out. But then... after she left... PA-TOOIE! I spit that nasty pill out. Unfortunately it fell in the middle of the living room floor so when mom got home for lunch she saw it right away and zip-quick mom jammed that dumb pill down my throat again. *sigh*

Guess I'll have to come up with another creative idea for tomorrow. Until then I'm feeling great and am back to playing with my catnip mousie every night and jumping around without hesitation so mom knows I'm gonna be just fine.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrs,

Seamus
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