Recently I was forced into the Distasteful Containment Pod and taken to The Shop of Horrors. While I have been Mildly Indisposed, my staff felt it necessary to take me to Dr. Dog. After a great deal of Unnecessary Prodding, it was declared that my Nether Regions were in need of Medicinal Compounds. These were administered by Sharp Points to my Posterior.
While I am feeling better, I have found it Necessary to ignore my staff most of the day. Except for when they bring me a snack. Then I will grant them a purr and a scritch.
Sir Arthuritis is being held at bay by the Medicinal Compounds. I am Pleased with the Outcome, if not the Means of this Relief.
The Duchess Who Outranks Everyone
Deb Sunday, July 31, 2011 0 comments
I regret that I have not been able to keep you updated on my latest mews. I have been less than ambitious due to the unending ache in my joints. Sir Arthuritis seems to visit more and more frequently and I am at his beck and call.
However, my staff have found ways to provide acceptable food and drink. I am the sole feline allowed Greenies. Of this I greatly approve.
Of the rest, those felines of whom I will not speak, I continue to have no comment.