Duck, Duck, Duck...

Duck!
I bet you thought I was going to say goose!
::sigh::  Don't I wish!

I have been eating duck stinky goodness since July of 2009.  Oh, sure, it's because I have to, on account of allergies.  But still, a girlcat can dream, can't she?

mmmm...how about some chick-hen...or maybe even tur-key!  Mmmmm...

It's always duck this and duck that.  I'm kind of tired of eating duck day in and day out.  And as such, lately I haven't been eating all of my meals, or even been excited about the prospect.

It was about time for my yearly check up, so guess what?  Yup.  A trip to the v-e-t!

I'll spare you the general indignities I had to suffer - I know you've all been there.  But they had to steal some of my bloods for a test.  A senior Wellness Exam!  I'll be eleven years old in a couple of months!  So they had to poke me to take my bloods.  And poke me...and poke me...and poke me!  Apparently my veins aren't very good so the technician had a tough time of it.  I was sopping wet from all of the alcohol and I still have that v-e-t smell on my furs.  Yow!

I passed all of the tests.  So despite not wanting to eat and losing a pound over the last year, my little kitty body is normal.

I do have some yummy duck treats that I like.  Maybe mom will get the hint and mix some up in my food.

yum!

That's better.  Thanks mom!

I'm petitioning for some bonus meals.  I think it should be part of my recovery program.  Think of it as a prescription: I need to gain some weight back.  Just call me Dr. Pip. 

Say, mom?  How some more...

duck!