Oh, these bi-peds are such a push-over! The Secretary has had cats for most of her life so you’d think, by now, she’d know we are smarter. Oh yes, much smarter then she is.
It’s time for those bloody awful worm pills. She knows we don’t like them. And it doesn’t matter how she tries to disguise the nasty, vile, poisonous things….WE CAN STILL SMELL THEM!
Today, she tried to hide them in a piece of chicken wing. I sniffed, looked at her, sniffed again and simply walked away. I knew!
I was more determined than Geiger…I ate around the beastly pill! The chicken was jolly nice!
There’s the horrid poison pill. Look, not even the green ants will eat it.
So now, she’ll have to go back to Dr. Vet and buy more pills.
Yes, and we’ll be ready for the evil witch. And we will win!
Friday. A very black Friday. The witch scruffed us and squirted mushed-up-pill-in-yoghurt into us. Ychh! Worse! What we managed to spit out she smeared on our paws so we had no option but to clean it off. Evil, I tell you, evil.