Medical Advice

The Fluffy One is huddled under a blankie. The Puppy is sniffing him. Babycat and The Kitten are to either side of him, very close. "Eh, you know I have had all of the lab tests and still the food is uninteresting when this baby jumps on me. If I die I am taking me brother's horse and all of the women with me on the boat. I am also taking this little baby with me." Babycat says, "Don't be silly! The medicines will help you. Where I'm from, the sick have to leave the porch and wait under a hedge until the predators come. Besides, my baby jumps on me all the time and I'm fine." The Kitten adds, "Uncle if you're not going to get any better, you should marry my mom!"

How does this fit into Thanksgiving? I am thankful for steroids, y’all.

(BTW I didn’t write The Kitten’s line, my Poppy said something like that to my Nan and they got married on this date and had darn near 30 awesome years together. 🥂)

Published by TailsFromTheBackyard

Webcomic about cats and dogs, living together. Home of a friendly neighborhood spider. Started in 2004.

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