Dada’s Note: We seem to have isolated Chaplin’s digestive condition to something related to the size and frequency of his meals, so we got an automatic feeder for him that reads his microchip and only opens when he puts his head through the sensing apparatus. (The device can also work via a collar tag.) This allows him to go and eat whenever and however much he wants, and as a result he has gained back all the weight he lost while we were trying to figure things out.
Needless to say, Charlee doesn’t quite understand why the automatic feeder won’t open for her …
Chaplin: “Can you explain this wi-fi password concept to us one more time?” Captain Yosemite Sam: “I already illustrated it for you varmints with Ritz crackers, pieces of biscotti, potato chips, and a charcuterie plate! You’re just incapable of understanding it!” Seagull: “Once more! Just once more! Maybe with rice cakes! With rice cakes!” Chaplin: “Eww, no, not with rice cakes.” Seagull: “Did I say rice cakes? I meant French fries! French fries! French fries!”
Mouse: “All right, the first test of your thumb functionality will be opening this can of dog food.” Lulu: “Come on, Blue! You can do it!” Producer Smurf: “I smurf thumbs too, you know, and no one is smurfing all over me about it.” Spicoli: “No you don’t, dude. You have four fingers that all look the same. Besides, you never let go of your megaphone or your little book.”
Chaplin: “Why are you reading a book of cat facts, Charlee? You’re a cat. I’m a cat. We’re both experts on cat facts.”
Charlee: “I’m looking for things they got wrong.” Continue reading “Cat Fact Fever”→
Dada’s Note: Thank you all for the Power of the Paw! Yesterday evening and again early this morning, Dennis deposited his first solid, decent-looking “contributions” to the backyard in days. Here’s hoping he has turned the corner on his latest flareup of IBD and can get back to gaining weight and feeling better from his radiation therapy.