"Out of all the jobs you SAY you do in this house, there is one function that is mandatory.
"You are to take care of our Bekkers. When she is sick, you STAY with her, and you provide nonstop purrs, kisses (if you are so inclined), headbutts, and general expressions of affection and love. If she hurts too much for you to sit or lie ON her, you snuggle up as close as you can get.
"THAT IS YOUR JOB! That is why you were 'dopted into this home!
"No fighting, no spitting, no hissing. NO BITING, either to Bekkers or each other.
"Violations of this duty will result in the immediate withdrawal of all fish and fish products! You won’t get so much as a single scale!
"This is a sacred duty you have. We can only entrust feline royalty such as yourselves.
“Good luck, and remember:the threats are very real!”
There! Keep us posted. I have a case of the cheapest, most disgusting generic cat food ready to ship overnight to your home. My threats are the stuff of legend.
~VOW
I’m sorry to hear about Pancho. Glad you are getting it taken care of, and that Lil’wrekker is doing such a good job as caretaker. Sometimes pissing off the patient is part of the job description.
Hang in there, and try to focus on something to make you laugh.
More like a dopey operator who fell asleep mid post.
I’m downstairs. I’ve eaten lunch. Think I’ll try to take the dogs out on the deck. The sun is shining.
I’m feeling better.
