This is how painful it was - I said three years - it was only two! Seems like a life time - I never had to constipate so much!
Since I turned my life over to Dubby - the big guy's "guy" down here - I have not had to use my medicine. Instead, I go kitty fishing. What you do is get a pickup truck. Glue a chair in the back facing rear. Get a salt water casting rig. Put a shark hook, at the end of a piano wire leader, on it. Bait it with a piece spam - and go trolling down alleys with the hook `n bait bouncing behind the truck. I caught two Tabbies and a an ex VB programmer turned "Alley Drunk" just last week.
No medicine since the light of "the" Dubby has entered my life, I no longer need medicine - but a better kitty casting rig would be good. Were thinking about outboard runners - and dragging three lines when we enter the annual "Feline Troller Association's Tournament of Champions" next week. We're hoping to gaff a couple of 12 pounders - and at least two winos and a bag lady or crack addict - we could win it!
Demon be gone - Dubby - show me the way!
>LMAO.. Sorry I asked....Did you forget your medicine again?
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