Bloated Boats and Goats that Float

So how are you feeling, Noah?

I'm quite fine since the torturing stopped.

We weren't torturing you.  I was giving you an antibiotic, and the doctor gave you an IV to get more fluids in you.

They shaved my leg to do that.  I don't like shaving.  AND the other doctor shaved my belly.  I call that torture!

They needed to shave your belly to do an ultra-sound.  The x-rays didn't show anything.  It was all done to get you to feel better.

Right.  Needles, cages, shaving.  Right. Right.  Not torture.  Kindness.  With that kind of kindness who needs torture?

Sigh.  But you ARE feeling better right? Your UTI could be over maybe?

My Utterly Tiresome Infection is nothing to be sneezed at.  I seem to be recovering nicely at the present time though.

It looks like you are eating - your food bowl is being emptied without Pippi's help, and your litterb...sorry...chamberpot is being filled on a regular basis again.

Yes, that seems to be pretty exciting to everyone - I can't seem to get too excited over it, but whatever bloats your goat...

Floats your boat.

What?

Floats your boat.  The saying is "Whatever floats your boat."

No goat?

No. No goat..

Huh.  Still doesn't make sense, but okay.
Hey, wait!  What's that picture you are using?

Just a cute photo of you and Pippi on her rug.

Well, two things -  first, she appears to be sticking her tongue out...not at me, I hope for her sake.  And second...you mean we are on MY rug, don't you?

We did buy the rug for her.  She uses it for a bed.  You use all our chairs and a couple different beds as your bed.

Those are yours?  I'm confused.  When did the chairs and beds become yours?