First off, mom tricked me with a car-ride Wednesday by taking me to Dr. Vet for my annual checkup. Hmph. Merry frickin' Christmas to me!! But it went well. It was good to see Dr. Vet again. She said I'm in tip-top shape at a lean 62lbs. Sixty-two pounds of FURRY!! Muwhahaha!
Then later that night mom started to feel icky...she said she was worried she had caught the flu-bug from a coworker. Ruht-row! The next day, dad took her to his other job at the human Dr. Vet office and they gave her a bunch of drugs to combat the bug.
But then I got to worried...was there some sort of horrible bug running around our house?? Licking toothbrushes and spreading it's nasty buggy germs?? Mom hates bugs! How did this happen? How did those stupid kitties let some mom-killing bug run around the house? I knew I'd have to take action on my own.
Then I looked in mom's shoes...bugs like to hide in shoes, but nope, nothing...
Duncan kept an eye on the sky, to make sure it wasn't a flying bug that would attack from the air...
Nothin' under the bed....hmm....
Not under or on the blankets either....oh no!
I was afraid the bug of doom was planning to ruin Christmas, so I checked under the tree and in the presents, but no sign of him...I guess I scared him off with all my searching, cause by Saturday mom was much better.
I laid by her and guarded her most of the time, preparing to put the bitey on a bug and giving the kitties stink eye for slacking on their "kitties attacking small creatures and vermin" role. Seriously, it's the ONLY thing they're asked to do! Everything is sleeping and eating! Grrr kitties.
Mom said I was so good, that she was sure Santa would come see me! I can't believe the big guy comes this week!!! Score!!!