The younger human and I have been fighting lately. You see, she gives me some sort of liquid in a little narrow tube she calls a “syringe”. At least, she tries to give me the liquid. I emphasize the word “tries” because I have claws, a few teeth, and am nimble and quick at moving my head. The younger human has no claws, teeth that don’t bite fur, and she is not really nimble and quick.
She says the liquid is for my own good, that it’s a medicine to help relieve pain. It tastes terrible. How can something that tastes terrible be for my own good??? Explain that, will you! I bet she never had to take any of that medicine!!!
P. Booher, secretary