I responded back, "And how! [Andy’s on the top of the recliner, just
behind me and within grabbing distance….! He hasn’t been medicated yet
this morning. I’m thinking a quick grab and I have the little fart. He’s
receiving my brain waves over his whisker receivers, and processing the
plan as I type…! Will I catch him and get medicine down his throat…or
will he get away and hide the rest of the day, knowing I’m on the prowl?
Andy tried to wiggle free…
…but if I have to be in the dang photo, he has no choice but to pose nicely. Well, as nicely as a hostage can! We were not happy!
Captured, photographed in his shame, dosed, massaged and reassured, Andy was released to spend the rest of the day munching his treats for being a good boy or to do whatever he wishes!
I dedicate today’s blog to Susan. If she hadn’t brought up the issue of wiliness in cats, I wouldn’t have felt challenged to capture Andy at that moment, and this would have been a totally different post, most likely one damning a Congress that held 315,000,000 Americans hostage over funding the Department of Homeland Security, tens of millions more than the "Islamist Terrorists of ISIS" imperil. Yeah, not as fun as a kitty post.