Concerns from Vet

To my adoring fans... since our traumatic mishandling last week, I haf taken it upon myself to be a little more tollerant of my staff and even that stoopid cowcat, Victor. My woman has carefully read the comments from all of you and is trying to gif me a little more attention when I'm open to it. She is keepin all the ofur possibilities in mind.

Victor is out today - back to the vet fur his teeth cleanin. They'll also microchip him an trim his nails, as long as he's there. I get the house to myself fur 24 glorious hours! Nya, nya. On the down side, all the food disappeared last night. Oh, sure, we had stinky goodness out of the blue, but affer that, efurryfing was gone! GONE! I'll haf to report my staff fur negligence. Sure, they gafe me crunchies when Victor wasn't round an put out my food as soon as he was caged, but still! {disgruntled tail flick}

Now then, my woman mentioned Prozac, Feliway and Stay Calm! to our vet, and she discouraged their use thusly:

• Prozac has not been officially approved fur use in cats. There's no dosage guideline and she doesn't recommend tryin it.
• Feliway sometimes werks, sometimes doesn't.
  
• Stay Calm! can be toxic fur some cats but not dogs.

So I win this round; I can keep bein my beautiful, snarky self.
But Bonnie, you haven't been as snarky. Since the vet last week, you have:

• Slept on the boy's bed with Victor at the ofur end - We were on different blankets, so it doesn't count.
• Slept on the boy's feet during his bedtime story - That's my spot and he was in my way. I left as soon as you did.
  
• Tolerated Victor in my computer chair while you were in Dad's - I mean your - computer chair - So? Different chairs. I had mine. Too much effort to get up and chase him away.
• Allowed me to stroke your head when you were sitting beside me in the computer room - I was lulled by a full tummy an didn't notice what you were doin.
  
• Last night, Dad put you in my lap and you STAYED THERE, curled up on my lap for about 15 minutes - I was NOT curled up in your lap. I was loafin, trying to get you to gif up the second best chair since the man removed me from the bestest chair.

But Bonnie, I heard you purring.
You can't prove it. Any of it.
I have pictures - I'll post them tonight.