Recently I haven’t been feeling 100%. So yesterday, I skipped breakfast.
This seemed to catch dad’s attention. It wasn’t so bad, I just took the day off to rest up a bit, and dad left me alone (mostly), but last night, after not eating dinner, things got much, much worse.
First, dad and mum picked me up and tried to give me a tummy rub. I tolerated this for a while, but really, who likes being picked up and their tummy touched? (It tickles.)
Then later on dad picked me up again and… (wait for it)… syringe fed me some gloopy stuff he called “critical care.”
Ugh I hate having things stuck in my mouth! The stuff wasn’t so bad (I did eat it), but I really did not want to be fed like this. So after a while I tried my best to wriggle out of dad’s grip, and he finally got the hint.
As a bonus, he cleaned my litterbox for me – score!
Anyway, I still kind of don’t feel like breakfast today, and both he and mum are up kind of early this morning and… wait, did I just hear the word “vet” mentioned?
I think I need to go hide!