Smell my finger

Mikhail spent the night at the clinic but to my dismay most of his yummy aroma was missing.  I don't think he had moved from where he woke up from his nap.  I'm not sure if that was because he didn't feel well, or because he was just too heavy to move.
Brawny Brandon gave him the soap treatment in the morning and Mikhail regaled us with his singing voice.  All in all he's a pretty mellow cat.  I don't think I would be as polite the morning after father had let his fingers do the walking in my colon.

Mother often refers to my dad as 'Dr. G, cat doctor' and that was definitely true today.  There were two other cats in the clinic for procedures; one having his boy parts removed, the other having his fish breath removed.  My father is super brave working on all those cats too.  Not just because they hiss and scream and swat, but because cats make my father sick.  He doesn't bring up his kibbles or anything, but when cat hair touches his nose the clear slime starts to drip, water fills his eyes and a strange gurgle comes to his throat.  And yet, he will not let a cat visitor go without his help.  I truly love my dad, but sometimes I wish he'd help me as much as he helps the cats that make him sick.  Since yesterday he says that his fingers smell like cat nuggets and he won't even let me lick them.  Come on, dad, just one lick!