The Guardians are still giving Me regular treat-ments to help Me in My ongoing recovery from My Hipsterectomy. That’s great. I love the Treat-ments. They can keep giving them to Me forever if they would like. What I can do without though is them continuing to combine their own exercise with giving Me what I need! Last night was the same old story. One of the Guardians walked into the living room, held out My treat-ment and called My name. I was excited, of course, so I got on up and walked My limpy butt over there.
I arrived at the Guardian and dutifully took My treat-ment. I thought for a second that this was it, the night she would just give Me all the treat-ments right there instead of combining My healthcare with her nightly walk. But no. She got up, walked to the other side of the room, and held out My next treat-ment. So what could I do? Responsible kitty that I am, I started truckin’ across the living room again to get that next treat-ment. I have to admit though, I was rolling My eyes as I went.
Once again I arrived and was given My treat-ment. And now, the Guardian didn’t just get up and cross the room. She went all the way across the room and disappeared into the office. Then, I heard her in there calling My name. From the office! Now I had to go all the way to the office for My treat-ment!? What was that about? I have to tell you, I was not pleased. I even decided that I wasn’t going. Nope. I was just going to sit and wait for her to come back to Me. The way I figured it, I was only doing her a favor because it meant she could get more exercise. That seemed to be what she wanted after all.
Well, that was the plan anyway. After about 10 seconds though I began to worry that My recovery might suffer a setback if I didn’t get that next treat-ment in time. I mean, I definitely didn’t want to jeopardize My recovery! So I got up. I crossed the living room and headed for the office.
I arrived at the Guardian, received My treat-ment and also got a ton of praise and pets, which I knew meant that the session was over. The funny thing was, I could have taken about ten times the treat-ments in the span of time that it had taken Me to down three. All the Guardian would have had to do is just save the walk for later and instead sit in one spot to dole out treat-ment after treat-ment. It’s so simple! Why are humans so difficult sometimes!
So Sayeth Otis