I haven’t talked much about my butt recently, mostly because it’s been a pain in the butt. One of my anal glands (I know, I know) was infected, and we’ve been playing the antibiotic-merry-go-round trying to get me on the right one that wouldn’t make me sick to my stomach or too tired, and that would fix my infected butt.
After today’s visit to my vet (and another rectal finger probing that I definitely did NOT approve of), it seems that my butt is once again in fine working order. And I’ve got my swagger back.
But all of the extra cheese that I have received these last few weeks was great. I would like for that to continue. This time without the antibiotics hidden inside (I love that mama thinks that I didn’t notice).
Love,
Bogart
