After we got home, The Mom tried to make me eat that horrible prescription food and I wouldn't do it. She freaked out and called Dad and he brought ground beef (sirloin!) and rice home and cooked it up for me. My Dad rocks. I got some at 9:30 and it was pretty good. I fought when I had to get my medicine (heh heh) and The Mom has the scratches to prove it. I secretly think she was happy that I put up a fight. I chowed down on my bednight snack which made her and Dad happy, too.
This morning I woke her up a little before 5 and she didn't yell at me or nothing. Me and Tazo yelled at her to hurry up and feed us - just like we do every morning. She was trying to give Tazo kibble and my special food to me and I kept stealing Tazo's kibbles so that made her happy, too. I ate my breakfast and then took a bath like I always do. The Mom was very happy.
I scratched her some more when she made me a EG burrito so Dad could give me the icky medicine. I fought the medicine more than I ever had. I did the flat ears *and* the twitchy tail. I could tell that The Mom was askeered. heh heh
I think I'm back to normal. The Mom told me that she's going to be watching me like a hawk. Dad is under strict instructions to keep an eye on me and make sure that I'm still perky. Whatever. Tazo's still hissing at me and whapping me on the head. But this morning, I chased her back down the hall and whapped her on the head right back. The Mom thinks she's probably going to have her hands full for a couple of days. heh heh
Thank you all for the thoughts and purrayers. It really means a lot to all of us. And they totally work because I'm feeling lots better. You guys rock!
And without further adieu, may I present: