Saturday, July 16, 2011
Okay, I don't have horses, but I love the song that Toby and Willie do - Whiskey for my men, and beer for my horses.
My Himalayan brothers (not my brothers, they are brothers to each other - smiling), pictured here on my SP site, are not as robust as other cats I've had. In fact, they have fragile digestive systems and are now 7 years old. It took a long time to find a good cat food they could eat w/o throwing up.
Occasionally, when I'm out and about, I am at the cat food dept. and see "treats." I think, "oh, I'll pick up these treats for my boys." About a month ago, I did that. Got home, and gave them a few each. Poor Wills spent the next half hour retching so badly, that I thought I'd have to take him into animal ER. Must have poison in those treats. NEVER AGAIN!
Which made me think of the "treats" I've been having, and how my body has reacted to them as if they are, indeed, poison. Will I ever learn? Yes, I will. I'm determined. As I wrote to spfriend, JLITT, the other day, it's amazing how I label things "treats" that are in reality detrimental to my well-being.
On a positive note (besides the no more junk food for Wills and Harry - or me), I just received my order of pet vitamins and have been crushing them into their food. Usually not able to trick them, they've not detected the new element and are holding them down. I hope to build up their immune and digestive systems a bit.
Wishing all a fun weekend.