Medi-Cats

Our Dad, He, went out for some medicine for us to get rid of our itches, and They can't decide on how to get us to take it. It is in a squirt thing, and She thinks that if She holds me, I will let Him put it in my mouth. Good luck with that. I will spit it out as fast as it goes in, and if I accidentally swallow some, I will gack it up as fast as I can. As for Kasey, she will wiggle and wriggle and clamp her mouth shut. I guess She thinks She can pinch our mouths open. My story tomorrow may just be the best one yet. She is already trying to tell us it is to fix our itchy faces, but She doesn't understand that it is in our very bones not to let Them give us medicine. Since our fleas have bitten Her ankles, He got Her some medicine, too, in the form of a pill. At least they know better than to try that pill thing with us. Today She went to an amazing place with Rocky'sMom. There was a paper that said they got half off their lunches, and She can't stop talking about how wonderful it was. I overheard that She was going to fix some shrimp to put in the salad She brought home, and there will be our dinner. He read what was in the salad, and He was anxious to have it. We will see if He is still happy to have dinner after He tries to give us that medicine. I wish we were different, but that's how cats roll. Cheers.