I’ve fed Andy his prescription kitty food, “scritched” his chest and ears, opened kitchen cabinets so we can play the “what-a-wonderful-kitty-boy-no-mousies” game, gave him to fresh leaves of ‘nip, opened the front door so he can commune with nature, gave him some Greenies treats, pet him twice till he arched his back and purred, rubbed between his eyes because he likes that a lot, then decided maybe he’s ready to play with his kitty teaser. 

Good grief! Now it’s time to take a kitty bath!