Saturday I decided I wasn't in any mood for my Fin Pocket treats. The crunchy center seemed a bit too crunchy for my taste. A grannycat has a right to choose to eat a yummy treat or leave it behind. Well you'd have thought I had refused to eat at all based on my parents reaction.
My parents were stressed when I repeatedly left my morning treat behind, and completely freaked when I repeatedly left my second treat of the day behind.
Next thing I knew they were plotting away in the kitchen, talking under their breaths, looking over at me, and then quickly looking away again. Very suspicious. Next thing that I knew I was belly-up in Mom's arms. I was prepared to flail at the first sign of scissors, as this is the typical de-knotting position, but instead Dad and Mom snuggled me between them. Dad gave some excellent neck scritches, and then things took a turn.
I mewed my delight to Dad to say thanks for the pets. I would swear he threw something down my throat when I mewed, and then Mom blew on my face. I was so shocked I gulped whatever it was down in surprise.
What the Hell-o-kitty was that about?!?
Mom placed me on the floor and I couldn't help but notice how pleased they looked with themselves. I think I need to be vigilant friends.
::Mom distracts kitty readers with catnip mouse:: Fin's Pockets are really Pill Pockets and the center is her hyperthyroid pill. She has started to randomly refuse her treat after a year and it's freaking us out. We finally had to take matters into our hands. We were shocked at how easy it went down, but I think she's suspicious now. Please send good thoughts she goes back to the treats.