Chester here! Marla - who owns my son Guillaume and my granddaughter Guinevere - was in New York last month and visited with mom and dad. I was kinda sleepy (she was over during my afternoon nap) so Garfield entertained in my absence.
He tried out some of the catnip foil balls she brought as a gift:
|Wow, what a great toy!|
|Guillaume and Miette|
|Guinevere and Guillaume|
|Guillaume. They have my good looks and catitude!|
Which brings me to the one that mom calls Padawan and I simply refer to as The Kid - Garfield.
He has gotten his cat legs and wants to play - all the time. I'm glad he's acting like a cat and that he can jump so high with Da Bird but he wants to play at 11:00 in the morning and 11:00 at night. Did I mention who he wants to play with - it's me. He forgets I'm retired and like to sleep. Mom and dad bought something called Bully Remedy in the hope that he chills out a little. The Kid was also pooping and peeing in the bathtub that is next to the litter box. Dad did some research and mom had to buy something called Urine Destroyer. After they cleaned out the tub, mom and dad also filled it with water. That did the trick! And luckily for them, this is a guest bathroom so they don't wash up in this bathtub.
I would like say that is all for now but I have the very worst news of all. Garfield has something called Giardia in his system...and now I have it! We are not showing any symptoms but we have to take some medicine from this plastic thing and it tastes terrible, I dribbled it a couple of times on my ruff, and once I teared up once because I didn't want to take it and mom and dad made me do it. Garfield kind of looks forward to it because I go first and he likes to copy me. And he loves to eat so he thinks it's food. He resists swallowing it once he realizes it's not something to eat - but he doesn't hate it like I do. (Tonight is the last dosage - mom).
Things are getting back to the way things were BG (before Garfield). I'm back to kneading my fleecy blankies on the couch. I've even started to hang out in the bed with mom and dad at night on the blue fleecy blanky. Best, though, is that I'm playing more than I used to. Maybe that Bully Remedy is working after all because The Kid doesn't try to play when the toy is clearly meant for me.