Well, mama knows my weak point. Er…points.
And papa knows mama’s weak points, haha. While mama was scratching my ears, which, unlike some other kitties, sends me into paroxysms of ecstasy, papa started scratching MAMA’S ears, right in front of me, and guess what happened?
My long, lovely ear scratch that I had been enjoying for a gazillion minutes CEASED!
Then mama’s eyes glazed over and I knew drastic measures had to be taken.
Outrageous.
As far as I’m concerned, there are only TWO ears around here, CAPISCI?
So I head-butted mama’s hand soundly and she got the message.
WAIT A MINUTE, MAMA, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WE’RE NOT FINISHED HERE!
teehee – i know, Loulou, we could stretch and purr (you) and snore (me) while our ears are being scratched. Well, I wake up if there’s food to be had – and mama has made things dreadful – since the vet told her I was bordering on FAT. It’s no more snacks for me. My antibiotic (last day today) hidden in a cherry tomato instead of cheese! An anti-arthritis kibble for a “treat”. Do they think we’re stupid and don’t notice stuff?
Hey, just try hiding THEIR medicine in a chocolate truffle!
haha!!!! To get even, I’ll hide THEIR medicine in, uh, celery?
Ear ! Ear !
OH, FUNNY. And there is the birthday card with a rabbit on the front that says “On you, the ‘ears look good.”
I hope she came back to finish her task!
No, I had to wait THREE HOURS.
There’s nothing better than a scratch between the ears…right, Loulou?
Except TWO!