November 22nd 2009 6:55 am
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You see... I like food. Always have. But I was getting tired of kibble all the time. Oh, sure, I get my spoonful of mooshey food in the morning with all my brofurs and the Punkin Princess, but... I want the GOOD stuff! Soooooo...... I decided a few months back to go on a hunger strike in protest. I didn't eat for FOUR days, by which time the Lair Mistress (Mora) took me to the V-E-T...and learned I had advanced "Kidney Disease". Bah. Whatever. The vet gave me fluids and shots and 'scripts for stuff.... I started to feek a little butter, but still didn't want to eat. Momma Mora started to get the idea... (after realizing I wouldn't touch the $$ rx food she bought). Knowing I always ate my hunted prey with gusto, she sliced and diced some raw chicken for me! Wow! That was the ticket...THAT's what I'm talkin' about!! I gobbled it down...but then, I guess my tum-tum rebelled from lack of food, so she squirted some dissolved pepcid in my mouff (yuck!) ...but after 'bout 20 minutes my stomach stopped making such a ruckus. So now I get chicken...and when I get tired of it raw, she'll roast me some, or poach me some talapia. (I oddly don't like red meat...just bird & fish). I did REAL well on my -not recommeded- high protein diet of real meat and fish...and actually GAINED two pounds!! Now I'm feeking butter than I was...and am burning out a little on the chicken, so now I just have momma open can after can of 9-lives until I smell the one I want that day. ... You see....don't tell momma Mora, but I'ze not really sick at all...I just want the "good stuff"!!!!