Messing with my 'Goodness'...

I've been struggling to get over an upper respiratory infection for a couple of months. It has taken a toll on my vocal abilities. My meows are not so loud. Most of the time I just open my mouth in an attempt, but no meow comes out. But the Handlers know. Sometimes they like to pull my paw and say..."what's that Ricky?" We do this back and forth a lot.

I've got them trained though... I can sound pretty pathetic when I want to. I am basically in perma-park on the kitchen rug when there is any activity in the kitchen. A year ago, this would have been out of the question and I would have been tossed out of the kitchen. This rug is conveniently at the foot of the sink in what the Handlers call a very small kitchen. I think the kitchen is plenty big enough; I really don't need a bigger rug.

They have gotten used to not being able to use that rug much because I monopolize it. They have also gotten used to stepping over me. Sometimes I watch them from a distance straddling the rug when I'm not even close to it!

My patheticness has given me an added indulgence of a daily dose of "Goodness", along with my regular food. This could be chicken, or my new favorite, sardines. "Goodness" doesn't get any better than that!

Unless....the Handlers sneak in garlic and ginger per Jim Duke's recommendations. I'm pretty sure that when Dr. Duke wrote The Green Pharmacy, he wrote it with humans in mind, not cats.  But that hasn't stopped the Handlers; they slip this crap stuff in each and every time! I no longer put in the effort to separate that out. I know the Handlers mean well. Maybe one day they'll stop. In the meantime, I'm enjoying the royal kitchen treatment.