Nope .Wasn't my carrot.
Nothing to do with wine bottles either.
They belong to Wino Kittie.
It's this box. Got my name on it. Writ large.
Ram jammed with poking sticks for my allergies. Put your peepers on that bottle. S'possedly. Stuffed with some of them things that make me Itchy. And more than a little Scratchy. Squillions of Grasses. Trees. Weeds. Not forgetting Wino Kittie. Amazing eh? How they squish that lot into a little bottle.
Mom has to inject me with a loading dose every 2 weeks. Trying for 6 months but might be for way way longer. And way more ££££. Way too sooon to tell if they are helping yet either.
Mom worried her square head off about giving me injections. But compared to the horror of what could happen to me AFTER the stick poking she says they're a breeze. Cos if I react badly. Gulp. My throat would swell. Our Dermo Doctor told the leggeds they have a 20 minute window. Yikes. Let's not go there. She told us. Mom must only inject me when she knows can get to our vet in 10 minutes. (form Square doh House to the vets takes well under 5 mins,no worries). And when it's surgery time and the vets are on duty. Afterwards. Mom's got to keep her mincies on me for at least an hour. Lucky her eh? Woohoooo!!! Love that hour!!!! Full on attention. For me. Me. And only Me. Don't care about the injections. Not one little bit. Even wound my wigger wagger up last time that box came out of the fridge. Mmmmmm....treats.
Haaaa!!!! Lookie. Fooled the Wino Kittie into feline sorry for me. Shared one of his bottles.
Don't feel bad for me either. Them poking sticks. Aren't half as bad
as having to wear baby socks. Hey. You!! Yes YOU!!! Stop sniggering. S'not funny. . .
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