Today I have been at the top of the large dresser in the kitchen. There was a lot of banging on the roof. Lynettea told me, when she saw my ears sticking out of the dresser top, that it was a man cleaning the gutters.
How much more I have to suffer I don't know. Yesterday it was a trip to the VET for my annual jabs and intrusive fondling all over my body by unwanted hands. The VET was rather quiet and I thought he looked nervous. I am a big kitty now. He said to Lynettea that I was very TAME when he prodded my mouth open to put in a worming tablet. I could have told him I DO NOT HAVE WORMS. But no-one thinks to ask me, the one who really knows.
Lynettea said I was very good. She was pleased at all the flattery from the VET about how beautiful I looked and what good condition I was in (perfect condition). Now I have to try to eat large chunks of dental food as my gums were a bit reddened. I can hardly stretch my mouth around them.
Some good news: a picture of MY REAL MOTHER. Lynettea found one for me.
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| Me and my Real Mum. Can you tell which is ME? |
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| Me in my outside cane igloo |
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| Me looking sweet on my wolf rug |
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| I am transforming into WOLF |
Comments
We love the pictures of you on your wolf rug! You look pawsome ;)
Purrs Georgia and Julie,
Treasure, JJ
and Angels Tiger and Tillie
Big hugs to you and Lynettea!
She doesn't usually like hunting and she is very bad at it. In the land of fake wolves, the wolves shed their skins like tree bark at the end of winter and the skins lie around waiting to be picked up.
Is that true?