Many adventures this weekend, not least of which was a special taste-testing session not to be embarked upon by the faint of heart - or those with a gag reflex. The object of curiosity? A bottle of "Bitter YUCK!," which was developed to stop cats from over-grooming, pulling out stitches, chewing on stuff, etc. D's cat, Fri, has been licking himself so much that his little belly is almost bare, so we went on a successful mission to PetSmart to find this stuff.
And then in the car on the way to shopping elsewhere, the drama unfolded! D: Should I try this? (holding up the Bitter YUCK!). Me: (with devious enthusiasm) I DARE you! DO IT! D unscrews the bottle and dips his ENTIRE FINGER into it, which he then sticks in his mouth... The effect was not quite immediate, since the taste was apparently so horrendous that there was a moment of complete paralysis. Then came the shouting and spitting and then the making of disgusted sounds, and THEN HE WIPES IT ON MY MOUTH! I didn't get the full brunt of it like he did, but it was pretty horrible. We were hesitant about inflicting it on an innocent animal after that, but we decided it was for his own good. D sprayed it on Fri's belly and flanks and waited for the wig-out that was sure to come...
Fri hit the sprayed patch with his tongue, no reaction. D and I looked at each other for a full minute, slack-jawed with disbelief. HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE? We sprayed a fresh batch onto him, and he quickly licked it up full-strength - he made a face, but just kept on trucking. We sprayed him again, shook the bottle, sprayed again - nothing. So the cone goes back on, poor Fri.
We also made chicken fajitas with friends, watched Willow (YES!), and I got my cold back. Oh, we also listend to my mom argue one-sideishly about politics and stuff. She's like a Tazmanian devil with nobody to bite, when there isn't anybody around who disagrees with her.
I'm doing ketosis for the next seven days, which means beef jerky for breakfast. Ew.
1 year ago
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