Master C doesn’t like his medicine.

Mrs J is trying to hide it in shrimp, but he’s on to her deceitful ways.

He’s supposed to take it because he’s so congested, when he tries to purr, he yaks.

Sorry folks, we call ’em like we see ’em. If you can’t take the thought of a cat yakking, tune out now, come back tomorrow. Mrs J understands. She yaks just thinking about yakking, too.

Ms Crazypants on the other hand, doesn’t mind her brother yakking. She also doesn’t really need any medicine.

At least not for yakking.

She got a little pill from the vet to stimulate her anyway, just in case…..

Seriously, if anyone needed stimulating around here, it wasn’t Crazypants! She looooves that medicine, though.

No, Crazypants, you can’t have any more.

Ahhh! Aaaah! *Sound of Mrs J being stuffed into closet by Crazypants who then raids medicine cabinet, fridge, freezer and pantry* 

She may be on drugs, but really, it’s just like any other day.

Mayhem.