Hello, Invisible Friends. Queen Bitty here.
I know many of you were worried about me after hearing about my incident, but there’s no need. I’m much better.
Things are actually quite enjoyable. The Blond Duck gives me my medicine twice a day (she hides it in peanut butter,but I insist on a treat anyway) and I ride in the Blond Duck’s arms during walks instead of actually having to move my feet. I’m also placed on whatever couch I choose rather than having to jump.
Recently, a bit of unassuming gossip found it’s way to my ears.
Some cretin had the nerve to accuse me of getting….oh, it pains me to say it.
Plump. Voluptuous. Fat, if you will.
Never. Perish the thought.
So what if the steroids make me eat a heaping bowl of food a day when before I didn’t even eat a fourth? So what if I eat at least a tablespoon or two of peanut butter every day? So what if I demand chicken and turkey on top of my treats?
I’m a Queen. I deserve it.
And I’m not fat.
So bite me.
An unamused Queen Bitty.
Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! A new story tomorrow!
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