Hunger Strike 2009 update:
Note to John and Kelly. . .I am not going to start eating regularly until you two start cooking me chicken and rice every day OR until I am allowed to never get in my crate ever again. Your choice.
Now on to my chronicle of events:
I went to the vet on Wednesday--I was totally surprised because I saw some guy named Dr. Evans. Where is Dr. Steve??? I thought that I would get to hang out with him.
Anyway, clean bill of health from the vet. He thinks that my tummy is just upset from the gum I ate and that I might be depressed. I've started eating a little bit. . but I'm digging the attention. So I am walking a fine line of not eating and eating just to stress out John and Kelly as much as possible. It seems to be working!!!!
On a side note, Huffle's relatives live at my vet's office. There were two black kittens there that look just like her. I tried put one of them in my mouth juuuuuust a little bit to see how he tasted. John freaked out and spoke in his loud voice of doom. . . .pffft!