I've wanted to crowbar my keyboard often. Usually while involved in a nonsensical conversation revolving around the vain and thankless attempt to instill logic and reason into the psyche of a lieberal... But enough of metallic bar-shaped flogging devices.
Our cat that is not the brightest rock in the quarry, the very one that seems to have gotten into/eaten/drank something that was not a proper comestible for an obligate carnivore and who spent the past close-to-a-week sleeping/not eating now is telling us "I'm healed. Let meowwwwuttt...
We are ignoring him until we observe him eating and drinking more and returning to normal litter-box functions.
I'm positive that he is an alien, probably illegal, for whom catenglish is a second language, because he meows in catespanol. He rolls the rrrrr's in his merrrrow while pronouncing all the vowels...
Glad he seems to have survived this latest unknown-save-for-the-symptoms stupidity. We would have hated to loose him, but we really were worried.
This is the beast about a year ago..
