And…we’re back.
Things have finally settled down over here. Family members are done with their recovery, and the mighty feline is damn near back to a 100%.
I’d like to give a special shout out to the folks at Wedgewood Pharmacy who make a trans-dermal thyroid medication for felines. My cat had a special problem…the medicine worked, but the pills made her sick. As in, vomit multiple times in hours after taking, sick. If it wasn’t for the trans-dermal variant, she wouldn’t be on track to making it to her 15th birthday. So if you have business you can give them, please do so…they’ve definitely earned it in my book.
Now let’s see if he’s smart enough and cooperative enough to save his own hide.
(My guess is no. The people who have him are 1) professionals, 2) thorough, and 3) have had a long time to plan this op.
Chances of him knowing anything they want to know that they can’t pull out of the computers upstairs are slim to none, which means he’s entirely dependent on the mercy of a group of people with absolutely no inclination to offer him any. FAFO in action.)
And I’m chuckling at the “Enforcer” vehicle label.
Thinking we are going to soon find why he has been spared (so far)
He’s the leftovers, either you eat them or throw them out. Only reason she’s bothering to say anything is so he’ll have that sinking feeling in the pit of his gut before he dies.