The tall one was diagnosed as Type 2 diabetic today. Well, "hello" I tried to tell her this earlier by helpfully drinking her urine, smelling her breath, waking her up by pushing my whiskers against her face and biting her hair in the early hours when her blood sugar was low and obsessively kneading her pancreas area but would she listen, NO. She paid more attention when she was going for a walk around the lake and a silly Red Setter dog ran up to her when she was feeling a little wibbly and made a strange whiny noise at her. Well it ain't just dogs that are gifted with the sense of smell, sister!
