Well, I’m happy to say that I’m no longer being force-fed Critical Care. On Monday morning I ate all of my breakfast and this finally seemed to satisfy dad, so he stopped picking me up twice per day to force-feed me.
Still, just look at what I had to go through!
I just wanted to get away, but dad and mum kept a hold on me. Although they tried many ways to feed me, I squirmed and wriggled and fought as much as I could, to make sure that it was as un-enjoyable for them as it was for me.
And every time they fed me, I had to spend forever trying to clean my chin. NOT FUN.
Anyway, I’m just glad it’s all over now, and I hope I NEVER have to go through all that again!!!