Susan lugs back a bag of cat litter – 12.5 kg and dumps some of
its contents in a tray marked ‘Kitty’. I, of course, ignore this contraption – Con-trap.
Lil is supposed to wear a
plastic bucket on her head but Susan wouldn't tie it on Lil's old turkey neck. "Only if she starts chewing at herself," Susan said.
"She needs it. She needs
it," I said. She’d look so bloody funny. Susan pretended not to hear me!
Lil has had her hair shaved: neck,
right and left back legs.) I had my camera waiting, poised, ready, but no!
"Get that camera out of my
face," croaked Lil.
Lil scratches at the cat litter. Digs a nice
little hole, carefully positions herself upon the tray, and pees all over the floor.
1 comment:
Oh poor Lil, we'll say a little purrayer fur her to get well quickly. Yoo know, she's a lady and yoo really shouldn't make fun of her Ferdi. Maybe the next time she's not positioned properly yoo could give her a little push into the proper position. Just a thawt.
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