Little Old Man Cat
I'm sorry I'm a slug. Can you believe we're not supposed to be on the internet at work?? Seriously! I think they should just be grateful that we show up at all! They don't deserve me. And really, most of us have almost nothing to do. So, we sit with our iPods and look busy.
Some people may have been interested in a cat update. Many of you know about my little old guy who needs his saline subcutaneous injection (and how I stabbed myself with the needle).
He's doing pretty good. He looks good. He's pretty energetic. He has high blood pressure. Yes, my cat has high blood pressure. Can you believe it? He's now on HUMAN high blood pressure medication. Oh, and he takes pepcid AC. HA HA HA!! I swear, it cracks me up. But my childhood cat stayed alive on a diet of cat food, bran and metamucil (she preferred the strawberry flavored stuff).
In case you are wondering if my vet is a ripoff artist... we do have another cat. And she is fine and more than a little queenly. I just want you all to know that even though the queen is obsessed with food, I really don't think she'd eat my cooling corpse... unlike Marie Prevost's dog.
Most of you wouldn't remember Marie Prevost. She was a silent film star who didn't convert well to talkies. She became an alcoholic and died in poverty in 1937. Poor Marie's corpse was found partially eaten by her dachshund.
I don't think Oscar would eat me. I've trained the father to feed the fur kids. I'm confident they would go for him first.
Some people may have been interested in a cat update. Many of you know about my little old guy who needs his saline subcutaneous injection (and how I stabbed myself with the needle).
He's doing pretty good. He looks good. He's pretty energetic. He has high blood pressure. Yes, my cat has high blood pressure. Can you believe it? He's now on HUMAN high blood pressure medication. Oh, and he takes pepcid AC. HA HA HA!! I swear, it cracks me up. But my childhood cat stayed alive on a diet of cat food, bran and metamucil (she preferred the strawberry flavored stuff).
In case you are wondering if my vet is a ripoff artist... we do have another cat. And she is fine and more than a little queenly. I just want you all to know that even though the queen is obsessed with food, I really don't think she'd eat my cooling corpse... unlike Marie Prevost's dog.
Most of you wouldn't remember Marie Prevost. She was a silent film star who didn't convert well to talkies. She became an alcoholic and died in poverty in 1937. Poor Marie's corpse was found partially eaten by her dachshund.
I don't think Oscar would eat me. I've trained the father to feed the fur kids. I'm confident they would go for him first.
posted by Miss Keeks at 7:02 PM
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