I’m a very well-groomed cat-person.You know how, after you’ve brushed your hair, you have to clean the discarded hairs out of your brush? Well, cats brush their hair with our tongues, and we have to “clean out our brushes” somehow, don’t we?
Sometimes that results in … er … unfortuitous eliminations upon the carpet. Or, as MomGoth rather inelegantly puts it, “Hacking up a hairball.”
In an effort to spare me the embarrassment and effort of hirsute regurgitation, MomGoth gave me some anti-hairball medicine. She had to wrestle me to the floor and smear it on my paws. OF COURSE I licked it off, although I tried to shake it off first. It was dreadful stuff, and MomGoth decided not to give it to me again. No, I did not bite her or scratch her.
She found another brand, flavored with salmon. When she offered it to me, I walked around the circumference of where she was sitting, shaking my paw to show her what I’d do if she put it on me. She put some on her finger and held it out.
Mmmm! It was delicious! In fact, I went on a hunger strike that day, hoping she and Mom would give me that for all my food, but they held firm, and I have to be content with just a little bit of this as a treat every morning.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What is your favorite flavor? Do you ever get anything in that flavor? Maybe for a treat?