Mystie
wants to thank everyone
who has
called, written, sent her
a card
or posted a kind word on
Facebook
on behalf of her and
her
improving health. The doctor
at
Cornell got her hooked on canned
food,
something in which she had
shown no
previous interest. Now,
she can
be quite dramatic in the
way she
scampers over to her bowls,
looks
shocked when her wet food bowl
is empty,
looks up at us, licks the already
clean
plate, looks back at us. What
can we
do but give her what she
wants—
the poor, sweet, skinny little
baby we
missed so much and who
was so
abandoned by us in the cold
dark
isolated hospital at Cornell?
As Beth
Bloom said, she knows
every
single one of your buttons.
We have
been had. We are being
played. We know it, we admit it
and we allow
it. My name is
Elaine and
I’m a catalcoholic.
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