I was doing my shift at the kitty shelter last night, Focus on Ferals. One of the residents, Kipton, is on medication this week. I have to put a little bit of wet food (otherwise known as Gourmet Puree) on a plate, then pour the powered medication over it, mix in all the yummy pharmaceutical goodness and feed it to him.
Well, the other cats know that what I don't feed to Kipton, they get. I barely picked up the can and the alert went out! They started moving toward me, paw by paw, inch by inch.
I then opened the can and that did it! The frenzy started. "Mew", less polite was the "Meow, ahem, I said, me-OW!", and the totally pushy "Hey you there girly human, I am RIGHT HERE!". Such language...
I started scooping the goop onto some paper plates and they were yelling and closing in on me and one even tried to climb my jeans!
they are so cute...
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