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