living with a drugged cat

[trombonish]

Long story still kinda long, my Domino kitty has narcotic painkillers for the next week. Aparently she is prone to stress induced sicknesses, because she's developed a new one (well, stress combined with us leaving her for 3 days and she refusing to drink out of the two water bowls that weren't her favorite). At the risk of being TMI about my cat, wonky body chemistry and too little water lead to urine precipitates that crystalize inside the kitty. Ow. So, painkillers while she works everything out, and a prescription food to fix the chemical balance.

Anyhow, purpose of long explanation is so I can giggle at someone about my drugged cat (woggy's out of town for a while, so I can't share with him)

Me: "Domino, do you want to come upstairs with me?"
Domino: "Nah, I'm good"
Me: "Dom, you're mushed with your head in a corner half way up the stairs"
D: "No, I'm good! See! Floor on 3 sides!"
/me scoops up kitty, sets her on the bed
D: "ooooh comfy!"
Me: "now, lets give you a brushing, since you are loopy as all get out and also don't bathe when you're drugged, aparently"
D: "No brushing! I am a cat! I have perfect grooming habits! Ooooohhh yes that prickly petting you're doing, more of that please.
/me brushes
/dom rolls
/dom rolls more
/dom rolls off the bed
*whomp*
D: "whadaya know! The bed moved! Help me back up there would you?"
/me lifts the kitty back on the bed
D: "you know what we need? An adventure! I'm going to go find an adventure!"
/dom leaps back off the bed and trots off