A few mornings ago at breakfast, I complained to Daddy that he had woken me up several tines in the night scratching the mosquito bites on his legs.
“You were scratching like a dog last night!” I said.
Kitten you jumped right on that. “Daddy, I think we need to get you a dog…to help you with the scratching.”
A dog…for medicinal purposes! I guess I can’t argue with that…