L: Latte [tortie/tabby lady cat aka "Kitten"]
MK: Momma Kat [Latte and Ellie's human Momma, named Kat]
MK: Come on, Ellie! You need to take your meds!
EM: Take your @*#($ medicines and #()@ your %#($ with them!
L: What does #()@ mean?
MK: LATTE!
EM: And *#(@* your @#*)% where it #$(#)@ing came from!
L: I've gotta write these down!
MK: Latte, you're not helping!
L: I'm not trying to help! I'm taking notes!
EM: Latte, #*@(# your #($*ing mother!
L: How do you spell "#*@(#?"
EM: @*#( *#&@*ing $*#(@!!!!!!
MK: Bear's potty mouth: the gift that keeps on giving.
EM: What are you talking about?! I learned all these words from riding in your backseat for three hours to my oncology appointments! Your mouth is more foul than Latte's litter box!
L: HEY!
MK: {thinking} Huh. That's fair.
L: HEY!
MK: No! Not your litter box. My language while I'm driving.
EM: You should hear what she says about the ...
MK: ELLIE! They drive 65 in the 70-mile-per-hour zone IN THE FAST LANE!
EM: That's the SPEED LIMIT.
MK: It's more of a guideline.
EM: That's not what you thought when the state trooper suddenly turned around behind you!
{CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH ... as Latte watches intently}
MK: Latte!
EM: Are you eating from MY kibble stack on MY scratcher?!?
L: Don't mind me! This is getting good!
MK: He didn't pull me over!
EM: Yeah! Because you started going 50 and then pulled a quick right off the highway without signaling.
L: DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYMN. Momma evading the po po!
MK: I'm sorry. Do you want to sit in the backseat for an additional 20 minutes because I'm going 65 the whole way?
EM: Erm ...
L: This is more entertaining than watching that really fat opposum try to balance as he walks along the retaining wall outside my window!
MK: We're here every night at 7 pm.
L: If I sold tickets we could pay Ellie's medical bills.
EM: WAIT! You PAY them to do horrible things to me?!?
MK: I pay them to save your life.
EM: Oh.
MK: But to help them do that, I need to give you these meds.
EM: No, thank you.
MK: Ellie Mae.
EM: {sigh} It's too bad I can't make a quick right turn off the highway - without signaling - to avoid you.
MK: No. I know that one.
{Med time commences}
EM: I'm not sending you a Christmas Card this year! Ha! That'll show you! You are no longer on my Christmas Card list!
L: Wait! I've lived here for four Christmases, and I've never received a Christmas card from you!
EM: You can't read!
L: Neither can you!
MK: I've never received a Christmas Card either.
L: Oh, so it's like an empty threat? Like when you say you're going to ground us?
MK: It's not an empty threat! I could ground you! I just choose not to.
L: Oh! Does she look like a smurf-eater now? I wanna see! I wanna see!
EM: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
L: Momma calls you Smurf-eater because one of your pills has a bright blue coating, so after she pills you, the inside of your mouth is bright blue! Like you ate a Smurf! I wanna see!
EM: As if the meds aren't insulting enough!
{Pause}
EM: Asking for a friend ... do Smurfs taste like tuna? Because I'd be up for that.
MK: Ugh.
{Ten minutes pass ... Momma lies in bed and notices Ellie sitting next to her, staring at her ....}
EM: Erm ... umm ...
MK: Snuggles?
EM: Maybe ...
MK: But you're still mad at me.
EM: VERY mad.
MK: I understand.
EM: I'm still not sending you a Christmas Card.
MK: That's fair.
EM: I love you, Momma.
MK: I love you, too, Ellie.
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Awww, what sweet kitty girls... (ahahahaha)
ReplyDeleteIf you could see my smile!
ReplyDeleteSounds like someone wants cuddles and snuggles more thanks for making this girl smile
ReplyDeleteThat is so sweet! It sounds so much like Flynn. I had to medicate him 3 times a day and he was good, but looked so sad. I would give him a kiss on the top of his head afterwards and tell him what a good boy he was. Then his expression changed completely and he would walk off with his tail in the air again.
ReplyDeleteI once told Angel Madi's vet it would be wonderful if there as a placebo pill they could give feline owners from day one to get them adjusted to being pilled.
ReplyDeleteHugs and cuddles to all
Cecilia
Medication time is not my favorite time ~ you did well ~ sweet kitties ~ hugs,
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores, clm
aka (A Creative Harbor)
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ReplyDeleteYou need your meds, sweet girl. And Momma probably wouldn't enjoy riding with me. I drive like an old lady MOL.
ReplyDeleteWe've been pretty lucky here, six of the nine have no trouble taking meds, two do it reluctantly and one says nope! Take care pretty girls.
ReplyDeleteWhen I stop laughing I will tell you that last photo, the closeup, is an absolute gem!
ReplyDeleteMarjorie and Toulouse
Be sure to take those meds Ellie. XO
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