And it may have involved an infant medicine dropper and a Gladlock container. That's all I will say about it, except to add that my best incompetent efforts to complete the task successfully (I locked him in a room with shredded newspaper all day, I swear!) led to E taking over. Tee hee. Good news: not diabetic. Bad news: expensive blood tests will probably turn up hyperthyroidism. And for the record, the picture in the last post was of his formerly robust and pleasantly plump self. Here is his newly svelte, 30% smaller figure:
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Aub-
Oh-the joys of having pets
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