Tuesday, 4 July 2006

Squeak and Tell

I had my claws ready for the early morning alarm call, all ready to meow my head off and nothing came out. Not a squeak... well, okay a squeak. Next thing I know, I'm in the portable kitty prison and off to the vets. I am not going to tell you what he did with that thermometer, but people like that should be locked up.

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