| After my first kitty, Oralee, died of a blood sugar imbalance, I have used Glucotest religiously on my replacement kitten. Though she'll never be as good as Oralee was at purring, sleeping on my lower torso, fetching crinkly balls, licking my toe- and fingertips with her sandpaper-like tongue, staring out the window, defecating with commendable accuracy in her pan, scratching up furniture, hiding in the folded laundry, chasing cockroaches, stretching, or laughing like a scary human child, I can almost guarantee that Dolores will not die of feline diabetes. Kitty cat, this was the one action you performed far too well. I'll cherish and preserve your corpse until you return. |
