Today was an "every other" day for Scooter. It is the day he gets liver. In fact, he's just finished it up in the kitchen, prompting me to write this post.
Liver day makes Scooter very happy. After all, he's now 18, sleeps a lot, and has lost most, if not all, of his hearing. His nose works very well, thank you. It tells him when his human is obeying the vet and boiling a chicken liver for him. It allows him to remind the same human that the liver is probably cool by now and doesn't need to sit on the counter any longer. (Hurry up human!)
What we find so very funny about liver day is the yowling. He dashes over to eat his liver which we have cut into little pieces for him. He gobbles most of it, then stops for a minute or two to yowl like mad. Sometimes he doesn't even stop - he just yowls with his mouth full. Honestly, we have yet to figure out what this means, but what we think is that he is just so happy to get his liver that he has to thank us. After some yowling, he finishes it off and looks around to make sure there's no more. There is some rare post munching yowling, but most of the time it's back onto the chair for another nap.
Anyway, it's gone all quiet in the kitchen now. That means it's safe to go back in there.
By the way, Sassy makes short work of the liver broth. She loves liver day too.
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