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my mad existence
Aug. 27th, 2021 10:05 pmOur little cat strenuously dislikes being picked up—or held down—and having her flea treatment on the back of her neck. I got the worming pill into her without difficulty by dint of embedding it in a piece of chicken (nearly lost a finger, actually), but the flea treatment has yet to be applied. Sable has an infallible instinct for these things, so she and Beast have had three contests so far, and the cat has won all of them. Beast is sporting half a dozen scratches to the hand....
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Our MD comes up with some odd images at times. Last week we had to imagine we were T rex, undulating our magnificent tails from side to side. *thinks* Is it undulating when it is sideways? Or is undulating just up and down? Well, no matter.
This week, we were T rex from the waist down, but giraffes at the top, not giraffes who wished to eat leaves but giraffes who wished to let the leaves stroke their ears and their horny things. There was a lot of restraint, I tell you, when MD asked us what the horny things were called. (They are, it turns out, ossicones.)
I give you—the Tyraffe.
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Our MD comes up with some odd images at times. Last week we had to imagine we were T rex, undulating our magnificent tails from side to side. *thinks* Is it undulating when it is sideways? Or is undulating just up and down? Well, no matter.
This week, we were T rex from the waist down, but giraffes at the top, not giraffes who wished to eat leaves but giraffes who wished to let the leaves stroke their ears and their horny things. There was a lot of restraint, I tell you, when MD asked us what the horny things were called. (They are, it turns out, ossicones.)
I give you—the Tyraffe.
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