Our little girl has been loosing weight and acting lethargic. I brought her to the shelter for an exam and some medicine. They sent us home with instructions to give her two syringes of vile-tasting goop for her to take for a few days. I hold her tight, while Jim administers the potion. She hates it, but she takes it and apparently it is working. She’s gaining weight and getting frisky. Mulder makes sure she is protected in her weakened state. He will not allow any harm to come to his small patient.
Rowdy, too, is allowing access to her ample & soft form.
This morning, Miss Elizabeth weighs one pound, three ounces. She’s on her way to health and beauty. Well, she’s already got the beauty part down pretty good. 🙂