Hey guys and gals, Albert here! Just wanted to let you know that the vet said my attention hog brother is going to be just fine. His test results were excellent...he always was the teacher's pet. He is down to one pill a day for three weeks then down to one pill every other day for three weeks after that and then done to none! This is good news for him but bad news for me...sympathy please? Every time Mom gave Elvis a pill she gave him treats afterwards and then gave me some too so I didn't feel left out. Ahh, the good ole days.
Anywho, now that Elvis is better it's back to your regularly scheduled programming...ME! Try to contain your excitement.
P.S. I'm really glad Elvis is ok. It would be no fun at all with out him. But you didn't hear that from me!
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
A Word To The Wise..
Albert's fluffy exterior hides a menacing warrior ready to maim at a moments notice.
So, to all you kitty diseases, consider yourselves warned...
Mess with Elvis again and
Albert will hunt you down and make you wish you were never born.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The Icky-Poos
Whew!!!! It's been a super gnarly couple of days around the manor. First of all, I decided to move, which is stress enough as all of you know. Then, horrors of horrors, I got food poisoning that lasted about 24 hours. If you've ever had food poisoning you know that one hour feels like an eternity. I was so ill I didn't even realize there was an earthquake until I read the boys comment page this morning. We are fine by the way. Things are starting to perk up around here, though, and I was able to view a really fantastic apartment this weekend which I know the boys will love. It is much bigger than our home now and full of windows and light. Best of all, outside of the bedroom window is a huge tree. With birds. And squirrels. I think we're gonna like it there.
P.S. Both boys were award-winning nurses this week. Albert curled up on my tummy like the best-est of hot water bottles and Elvis was right there with his head in my cup of water, sipping and testing it to make sure it was safe for my sensitive body to drink. At least... that's what I think he was doing.
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