I just got the following anonymous plea: Can you blog something so I'm not bored and can check your blog in between doing other things at the computer?

Well, sure, Anonymous Pleader! Happy to oblige.

I have decided that whoever came up with the brilliant idea of putting cat medicine in little chewy tuna-flavored nuggets deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. Really. Mongo is hyperthyroid, and that means he needs to get drugs twice a day. Even with hyperthyroid-induced weight loss, he is not an insubstantial cat. And he was a street cat for god knows how long -- he fights dirty. So I was, shall we say, apprehensive at the thought of giving him medicine. (I believe my exact words were "Oh dear god now! But I want to live, do you hear me! And keep the use of my hands!" There was some sobbing too.) But it's been easy. Amazing. He actually comes and bugs me about it when I'm late giving him a tuna-chewy drug bomb. And I still have full use of all my limbs. It's a miracle, I tell you!

Now the only thing is keeping Bug from pouncing on the tuna treats and eating them herself. It sort of reminds me when I was a kid, and mom used to give us pills by putting them in a spoonful of peanut butter or ice cream. Did she have to bribe the other two kids with ice cream too so no one was left out? I can't remember, but I wouldn't be surprised.