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The Crappy-est Birthday Pressint Ever Is Ofur!

Kawshun:  if yoo is skweemish dont reed any furthur!

This haz bin the most meezerabull birthday efur.  Mommy tried to say it wuz  my "spa day" but she knew I wuzzint buyin it.  I got shoved in my plastick bocks and had to ride in the Shevvie to Dr. Bobo's offise.  Kin I tell yoo how skairt I wuz when Mommy jes left me thare?

Gittin my teeth kleened wuzzint fun AT ALL.   But at leest I'm home now and Dr. Bobo sez my teeths are jes fine.  No cavvatees or problims at all.  Ya wanna see?  I gots proof!  Thay took pitchurs of my hairowing ordeel. 



Can yoo beeleeve it?   First thay stuck me with needuls.  I got reel sleepy and passt out.  Then when I wuz helpliss thay put a toob down my throte and a stick in my mouth to keep it open so thay kood skrape the junk off my beautipuss chompers.  Yes, that's reely me!  Dr. Bobo gave these pitchurs to my Mommy.  Some kind of sick sooveneer I gess.

And look!  Thay stoled my furs!



Mommy even pade them extra munneys for that.  Frankly, I'm a palled. Sumthing about extra precaushuns for an eye vee so if sumthing went rong thay kood fix it faster and it wood be safer.  Oh, and it's also imbarrasing to be walkin around with a haff nekkid leg.  At leest Tenny knows bedder than to laff or hiss at the vet stink I got all ofur me. 

I've also bin starved since last nite but thay sed I'm not suppost to eet nuthin til later.  Yood think aftur all I'd bin throo...



...Mommy wood give me jes a little sumthin.  Jes a few fishy flakes to tide me ofur?  Havvint I sufferd enuf?



Appairently I haff.  I'm tellin ya, that wommin bedder be comin throo the door with sumthing from Cat Connection tomorrow...

 

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