Since I’ve returned from the hospital, my handlers have been hiding some of my medication in my wet food. They act like I don’t know.
Most assuredly, I do know. What they DON’T know is that I am more than willing to take this medicine in wet food, but I’d like my meal served in a more refined, cultured way. They accord such luxury to themselves everyday. What am I talking about?
I’m talking about a plate, darn it! They finally relented and gave me the dignity I have earned.