Did Mom tell you about my vet trip last week? Figures she did. She blabs about every little thing here, and that’s probably why my sister Olivia gets along with her so well. The blabbermouths.
Whatever. Sometimes, a boy just doesn’t want his dirty laundry aired out for all the world to read. Or in my case, my dirty teefs. Did Mom say I had to go on not just one trip but two? And one of the trips was in some transport device that didn’t even smell right? As in no Mom or cat smell? Who does that to a mancat in a single week?
Oh, and then, the yucky medicine. Okay, it wasn’t THAT yucky, just . . . it was medicine!
Yes, yes, yes, Quint, and it made you feel better and your mouth isn’t swollen anymore. So, exactly how yucky was it, really?
Just because Mom thinks she knows everything doesn’t mean she actually knows everything.
Quint is feeling very much better now and we’re counting the weeks until he gets his big dental appointment. We know he’ll lose teeth, maybe a bunch of them, maybe all of them. We know we’ll all adjust and the important thing is that he’ll feel better and perhaps, have a healthier life without all that bacteria swimming around in there.
Okay, fine, Mom. Gee, you’re making it sound like it’ll be fun and everything will be all hunky-dory. Just one thing: I’m not eating Jell-O or tapioca pudding for the rest of my life, got it?
We agree with you on the Jell-O, but what’s so wrong with tapioca pudding?? Tell you what, Mom will take your tapioca pudding and you can keep your yummy Fancy Feast wet food. We’re pretty sure Mom will go for that deal.
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Hey! We got a late Christmas card last weekend! That brought us a big smile! Thank you, you wonderful yous in Pennsylvania!
I, Viola, a.k.a. The Cutest Cat, Mom’s Bunny Bun, Viola the Best One, and not the Peanut, not the Squirt, and definitely NOT The Baby!, hereby declare all the following things are mine: