Modern Society relies far too much on drugs. Ar any given time, half the human population gets around on something or other.
You only have to look at their behaviour. If they’re not knocking back poisonously fermented grains and grapes, they’re reaching for a cigarette or stuffing an anti-depressant down their throats. Even the woman who feeds me has a cupboard full of asprin.
Me, I’m pure. And I intend to stay that way.
Why do I have to be force-fed drugs?
Why don’t humans realize that we cats are just saying no to drugs?
Samhain the Cat says
Ah, Vladi. You are such a paragon of feline virtue.
I must admit, I do indulge in the occasional fresh catnip leaf. Would that I could kick the habit!
Also, I hesitate to admit it, but I have a certain hankering for the lysine treats meant to combat sniffles. The evil vet must have laced them with something yummy.
However, on all other medicinals, we are in perfect agreement. I do not understand the need for shots, pills, drops, or those ghastly little quarter valiums my human gives me before taking me on the plane to the home of THAT OTHER CAT.