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The appearance of yet another ailment has spurred this Doggie Stoke analog thread. Chet was found traipsing around a vacant lot in Kirkland, WA with his good buddy Miles before either of them were bestowed the generous names of two of America’s musical stalwarts. Neither of them were really cut out for the pretentious life on the east side of Lake Washington. So, they were adopted as a pair and started a good life in Fremont.
When Miles passed away, his best friend mourned his loss. This may have been about the time that Chet adopted his penchant for Clorox bleach products. Keeping him out of the bathroom after a solid douching was near impossible. As hygiene was low on the list of home priority, Chet knew he had to embrace every opportunity. Much like the smoker who attempts to supplant his praxis with chewing tobacco and then assumes two bad habits, Chet’s introduction to high-grade catnip did little to stymie his cravings for that sweet white nose candy. And how could we begrudge him. He was fighting a daily battle with asthma.
“Is your cat coughing up a necessary organ or is he preparing a Kojo-Ryu assault?” “Neither, he’s just breathing.” This cartilaginous cacophony never reduced his level of adorability—at least not to his owners. And recently, we discovered that Chet suffers from Diabetes. It looks as if his prednisone cocktail will be sharing space with insulin now. Keep fighting the good fight Chet.
Add your kitty stoke if you are so moved.
The Sphinx
When Miles passed away, his best friend mourned his loss. This may have been about the time that Chet adopted his penchant for Clorox bleach products. Keeping him out of the bathroom after a solid douching was near impossible. As hygiene was low on the list of home priority, Chet knew he had to embrace every opportunity. Much like the smoker who attempts to supplant his praxis with chewing tobacco and then assumes two bad habits, Chet’s introduction to high-grade catnip did little to stymie his cravings for that sweet white nose candy. And how could we begrudge him. He was fighting a daily battle with asthma.
“Is your cat coughing up a necessary organ or is he preparing a Kojo-Ryu assault?” “Neither, he’s just breathing.” This cartilaginous cacophony never reduced his level of adorability—at least not to his owners. And recently, we discovered that Chet suffers from Diabetes. It looks as if his prednisone cocktail will be sharing space with insulin now. Keep fighting the good fight Chet.
Add your kitty stoke if you are so moved.
The Sphinx
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