Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Poor kitty

"That scrunchie looked so tasty, just sitting there. I've eaten them before and sure, I threw them up, but they're just so full of chewy goodness. Taste like hair. So what if I got a stomach ache and kept upchucking for two days? It was on the tile, and I even had the courtesy to use a magazine once. Didn't even get it on the carpet! So is that any excuse to take me to that horrible place with the barking dogs and knock me out and I wake up with these stitches and my fur all shaved off? IS IT?

I'm sitting here contemplating why they would treat me this way and what I should do next. Whatever it is, you won't see it coming.

So how was your day?"

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