Introducing The Crotchety Cougars
Today started with Shoko singing at about 5:30am…mom hollered to be quiet Shoko. This didn’t deter Shoks as she began really singing loud a half an hour later. Mom got up checked the food, water and kit lit….all looked good so she went back to bed. However , after talking with Shoko and wandering around the house, she couldn’t get back to sleep so we all got up at 6:30am….thanks Shoko.
What a horrible morning. I was minding my own business watching Shoko walk through mom’s containers of flowers thinking, “What a dunce, she’s getting her feet and face all wet.”
Out comes mom looking all phoney happy and chattering a mile a minute. This means something is about to happen to one of us. I was secretly hoping it was going to be Shoko but no way, mom picked me up and remarked how heavy I was. I am not mom and don’t be so rude!
Oh no!! She took me to the carrier with the fluorescent orange blanket….not that I have a carrier without a florescent orange blanket. This trip will mean the vets. Mom was kind of upset because I have a tendency to get ingrown nails and when dad clipped my nails last time, the middle nail bled and I made a big fuss about it.
When we got to the vets they took us right away. This hardly ever happens so I didn’t see my friend Joan. The technician weighed me and I had lost one and a half pounds. So there mom…I’m not as heavy as I was before.
Dr. Bowman was our vet and I didn’t care for him. He kept poking around my nail so I growled at him a few times. I got to give him credit….he knew I was getting fed up and sped the exam along nicely. Turns out my nail was pretty good. He thinks I have arthritis in my front paws though. He gave mom some weird looking pills. You’re not giving those things to me! The ride home was very quiet…I had nothing to say and mom was just glad that part was over.
We arrived home and Shoko was nowhere in sight. Mom called and called her…she was a no show. Then mom caught a glimpse of her….
The capsule…well I smelled the contents of my food and I wouldn’t eat it. Shoko liked it though. Mom was having a dicky bird telling Shoko, “No, you don’t need that.” Next step…..spoon feed me the medicine and food. We’ll see if that works.
I’m laying out like Lady Muck and mom has a wee spoon with Fancy Feast beef on it and my med. I taste it and……make way, where’s the bowl of this stuff. It’s delicious! Mom is happy and I’m full.