Reg Writes
10. A Not So Bitter Pill
Hi there humans. Just thought I’d update you on what’s happening here. Last time I wrote, I told you how I’d formed Mew-nited Artists, my talent agency for old cartoon and TV cats who were out of work. Well, that’s still rolling along but as it’s been a while, I’ll tell you my medical news this time and save the exciting stuff for later.
I’ve always loved kidneys as well as steak, mince and tuna, but it appears that I have kidneys myself and they’re not the greatest. At first I thought this was a cat-astrophe and worse news than finding Clive’s fridge to be out of tuna. But after a short while, I’m feline good about life which is working out purrrr-fectly.
You see, I have to have a tablet every morning which I don’t mind. But…by pretending it’s an issue, I get it given to me wrapped up in a tasty piece of ham or chicken! Genius. And if I don’t fancy a meaty treat first thing in the morning, I just spit the tablet out and brainless Clive wraps it in cheese or crushes it up in a little bit of cream. Mmmmm.
Myself and the vet, Mr Jones have become good friends in the last few weeks. I reckon I’m costing Clive a fortune but hey, I’m worth it.
Be lucky
Reg
Q: Where is the one place that a cat can sit but you cannot?
A: Your lap!