I’m not allowed to have “proper” bones. It’s very sad, but my humans are afraid for my health. I tend to swallow smaller bones whole, and crunch the bigger ones into long splinters. So I have a bone substitute – a rawhide “bone”. I used to chew my way through one every two days, but nowadays I use my bone as a kind of pacifier or toy.
On the weekend Lisa finally got me a new bone. The old one was very dirty and battered. I suspect that Lisa feels guilty that she’s not taking me on my regular morning walks at this stage. So I scored big on the weekend – a new bone, a new “indestructible” (ha ha!) ball and some edible treats. I’m not complaining though, and to show my appreciation I’ve been carrying the bone around with me everywhere. Except when I’ve got something else in my mouth – like food or a ball.
So what is the Bone Award? Well, if I’m feeling particularly loving, generous or grateful to my humans, I present them the bone as a prize. Sometimes I even give the Bone Award to the Neurotic Cat. Then after they’ve had the bone for a couple of minutes, I take it back again. It’s really the thought that counts.
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