I know, I know, there was no Ask Max Monday last Monday, but I have a pretty good reason and it involves nausea and not wanting to eat and an ouchy case of the Hershey Squirts…which I caught from BUDDAH. He got over it in a couple days. Me, not so much.
There was a certain irony in getting sick right after talking about the Bridge, but luckily I didn’t get that sick, though it certainly crossed the peoples’ minds, given that I’m 18 now.
So, instead of answering questions last week, I was busy feeling like Krap, and it got me a trip to the stabby place where I was STABBED more than once and had my blood stolen, and stuff shoved down my throat. Also, I peed all over the otherwise-nice lady who yanked me out of my PTU when she said it was time to see how much I weighed.
Well, I knew how much I weighed and didn’t need to see that again (I’m down to 12.5 pounds, which has held steady more or less for the last year, so go me!) and I needed to go anyway, so…yeah, she got the brunt of my bladder cutting loose.
This did not make the stabby lady happy, because she wasn’t there to hold her hands under me and catch my pee. And for some reason, she wanted it. Like, buy me dinner and warn me ahead of time lady, and I’ll pee all you want. If I’d known, I might have held back a little.
Whatever floats her boat.
In any case, I feel much better and have celebrated a few solid poops, and I’m eating again. The Woman says it’s because the stabby person loaded me with fluids, nausea meds, and an appetite stimulant, but, whatever. All I know is that for a couple of glorious post-sick days, I got to eat any time I wanted, a can was opened every time I asked, and I felt like a freaking KING.
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Max I went to the theater today with my parents. They’re horrible audience members but they buy the tickets. Can I punch them in the throats the next time they try to talk to me during a show?
You can but I don’t recommend it. First, they’ll just wheeze loudly through the rest of the show, and then they’ll never buy tickets again. So basically, you can either go and see a show, or never go on their dime again. Choose wisely.
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Max, what would you do if you didn’t have a blog, or if you were, heaven forbid, a human? OK so maybe being a human isn’t so bad, but they do have a lot of issues and hang ups and not just in the closet department.
Lots of purrs
I dunno. If I were human I don’t think I’d need a blog, because I’d have opposable thumbs and could drive places to find other people to tell them what I think. I wouldn’t worry about closet things since I wouldn’t hide in one…which is a plus for being a cat because you can hide in the closet and it doesn’t mean anything than there’s a pile a towels to curl upon.
I suppose if I didn’t have a blog now, I’d have been a very bored kitty. I mean, how else would I tell everyone that they’re wrong? HOW WOULD THEY KNOW?
I suppose it’s a good thing I have one.
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