Find Your Voice

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Old Man Wrigley…

Has found his voice…meek…mild little fluffball that he is…never made noise…didn’t meow…chirp…growl…had the faintest of purrs…babysat for the weekend…had little responsibility beyond feeding and petting…but did have to administer antibiotic…to help clear up an ear infection…

I’m leaving you some wet food…his mom says…it’s a treat for after his medicine…but I’m afraid…she continues…once you feed him wet food…it will create…a monster…and she…was not wrong…got the medicine down fine…but after the can of wet food was gone…Old Man Wrigley…was no longer content…with the boring dry Friskies…we had to offer…

And thus…emerged…a bossy stubbornness…never seen before…and a voice…no longer…willing to be silent…this was not the scaredy cat Wrigley…we’d come to know…this Wrigley…had an opinion…and was not afraid to share it…

And…he was heard…cans of wet food now in the cupboard…that push over husband of mine…that treat…or two…he gets every day…it just goes to show…silence may be golden…but speaking up…may lead to some whitefish and sardine shreds…

And Old Man Wrigley…agrees…