Gracie here. I spent this week making the peep crazy. It’s not hard to do. First I hid for a whole day and didn’t eat. (Don’t worry I was sneaking kibble when she wasn’t looking.) That created a spa day for me with large amounts of attention including a full body massage with the zoom groom thingie. I highly recommend. It took out all my loose hair and scratched my itchies.
The following day I decided to help her on the computer. She was doing something called taxes. How hard can that be. I was able to dump her papers on the floor, walk across her keyboard and came close to sending them off. Instead of being grateful, she was grumpy. She moved a new cat bed on her computer desk where (she thought) I would sleep. He he. What respectable cat would do that unless you didn’t want me to.
I’m still barfing so that nasty medicine had no effect but I’m spunky and playful, peeing and pooping. No other signs of illness. I don’t want to go back to the vet who wants to do a dental. Last time I lost teeth during that primitive procedure. We’ll see.