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Typhoon proved his mathematical skills yesterday as he counts and complains at Hu-Dad’s demands.
Typhoon went to the vet on Wednesday to check on his long-term digestive issues. We decided to add a simple antacid (famotidine which is commonly sold as Pepcid-AC) to his regime. During testing, though, we also discovered our curmudgeon has an urinary tract infection, so we added a medication to treat that as well.
Every morning, Hu-Dad sits in the floor and gives Typhoon his three medicines. Some days, Typhoon is cooperative and some days he resists, but every, single day for years, he has taken three pills. Except yesterday he got five.
After the third pill, he started to walk away but Hu-Dad said he had to take another. He (Typhoon, that is) snorted, sighed, and relented. But when told he had to take a fifth pill, he stomped his feety-feet, shook his head, and clamped his mouth shut.
We assume the Siberian Union Reps have been notified of this horrible injustice.
P.S.—Today’s photos come from under Hu-Dad’s desk which is where Typhoon spent his day grumbling about the mistreatment.
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