I would like to make a formal complaint to the Guardians. I know I need to take My medications so that I can get better, and to be honest, one of the medicines tastes a little like chicken, so I don’t really mind that at all. The other one, however, tastes NOTHING like chicken. In fact, I think it might have been made for dogs instead of cats because it has a sweet, cherry-like smell to it. Fortunately, I can’t taste the sweetness since we cats lack the tastebud that detects that particular flavor. I can smell it though, and that’s bad enough! I don’t want that stuff anywhere near My mouth!
Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Oh, and one other thing, I would also like to express My dissatisfaction that I have to walk around with a mostly naked belly. Yes, the people at The Bad Place shaved My belly fur so they could use that ultra-ma-sound thingy to look at My insides, and the fur is taking a long time to grow back. It’s not very dignified to have My kitty-nips showing all the time!
And another thing, I… wait… here comes one of the Guardians.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Never mind, My Disciples. All is forgiven.
So Sayeth Otis