Milo here; Can I retrain my vet?

Molly says: Senior? Heck no, you are just in your prime of life. I don’t see an ounce of fat on you anywhere.

All the cats we have served have lived into their 20s unless they had an accident crossing the street. I think you need to head bat that Vet once or twice.

<——- Zup says: Wow! You look great! Come play with me! Please? Huh? Can you come over now? Please? My mom gives good treats! <jumps up and down, tongue hanging out> C’mon! Please! Play! Bring Molly!

Barry says: Fellow “senior” here. Don’t worry. I’ll just eat the vet and save us all the trouble.

Molly says: Treats? Did someone say treats? I’m there. I’ll share with Milo and Zup.

Milo here: Good. We’re all in agreement. You are invited to join me in an iron man marathon next Sunday. Three times up and down the driveway, five minutes splashing in the stream and bench pressing a gray squirrel 10 times.

Sally says she would rather just eat the squirrel.

Animals don’t type, and what’s the question here?

^^That’s a good plan, also. However, after the marathon, Gail is planning to serve Mouse Wellington with a nice Chianti.

@rangerr: Are you smarter than an eight-year old cat? The question is at the top along with the obligatory question mark. (I will admit that Gail had to press the “shift” bar.)

Rethinking this, perhaps we should all take turns tossing Zup.

@rangerr, what, you never heard of archy and mehitabel?

When I was about 30, my best friend called me up in tears to tell me that her gynecologist had that day classed her as “elderly” because she was 35. I endured the same label as an “elderly primipara,” giving birth to my first child at the age of 36.

Needless to say, I am not ready to be called “elderly” even yet.

So @Milo, I would say don’t worry about the medical guys’ names for things. They use a lot of special terms that none of the rest of us would dream of applying, and certainly not to a paragon of feline pulchritude like yourself.

Talking pussys disturb me….greatly!

<——(Zup says): Yay! Toss me!! Toss me!! Up the tree and I’ll catch the squirrels!! Please! Toss me reeeeeally high! Yup! Yup! Yup! Can I have a treat now?
@Jeruba said “pulchritude”. That sounds like a Klingon word! WOOF WOOF WOOF!

Milo here: Zup; We’re having a custom-made cheerleading outfit designed for you, including four white Rudy Geinrich plastic booties with tassels. What paw size are you?

Even caught in an awkward pose, I am pulchritudinous.

Too bad that the language has been so debased. Remember when “toujours gai” was an elegant statement?

Edward Lear agrees. This has endured since the mid-nineteenth century.

“The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are…”

I was waiting for somebody to say “toujours gai.” Thought it might be someone in Milo’s circle. There’s a dance in the old dame yet.

<—— (Zup says): @Jeruba : I’ll dance with Mehitabel! Sorry, but I just ate Archy… :-(((