Post 1393: the “good enough” kitty boy…

First he was all coy and cutesy, Andy was. But I knew what was on his mind: kitty treats!

“But you haven’t let me give you your medicine yet, Andrew!”  

I made a move toward him, but he moved farther and farther from me till I was in the dining room. I sat down on a chair by the dining room table. Andy, who’d gone under the table, slowly came out on the other side… 

…where he momentarily forgot it was about the medicine, and started his “GIMME MY TREATS!” prance back and forth in front of me! When he came within grasp, I clamped down on his neck and shoulders and snatched him up into the “give the kitty boy his medicine position”…

…which upset Andy enough that he said something very loud and naughty in Catinese! Never mind. I gave Andy his medicine so fast his whiskers braided!

Then he got his treats. He was a “good enough” kitty boy.