What animals make the best/worst pets?
I don’t know about the best. However, I’m a lot more certain about which are the worst.
My sister and her family are going away for a few days. So, naturellement, Rodan chose now to go out scrapping and sustain injuries to his face. Not only is the little sod in Le Cône, but he needs antibiotics for the next ten days.
And, when it comes to being pilled, he’s an absolute demon, worse than Louis Catorze by a mile (scratching, biting, drawing blood, fighting to the death, turning humans to stone with one baleful glance, you name it).
So the chat-sitteur’s once-straightforward job is now going to be pretty awful. And Rodan’s humans will be spending the duration of the holiday worrying about whether they’ll return home to find the chat-sitteur slowly bleeding to death on their kitchen floor.
I’m shocked but not surprised. After all, Catorze did this to me nine years ago, and I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
Bastard cats. Remind me again: why is it that we put up with them?
*EDIT: The chat-sitteur has reported that Rodan was fine with his first pill; he took it “like a pro”, apparently. My sister is both relieved and grossly insulted.
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