Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Ha!

Mom has the sighattica and can't sleep so I get to blog. Go sighattica! I mean, sorry Mom.

I had to go to the stabby place (I like that name, Max) yesterday.  I fought off those two people who were trying to murder me I'm still here to tell the tale even though they tried to smother me with a towel and tear my legs off. I even peed on them and the table.


BUT THEY STILL DID NOT GET A TEMPERATURE ON ME. NO STICKING THINGS UP THE BOOTS' BUM!!!!

They never have gotten one, and if I have anything to meow about it, they never will.

The pee on the table got looked at, and it showed I had some funny bacterias (that aren't usually on tables) and a 'lil bit of blood. So I got stabbed! Twice! One for inflammation and one for bacterias.

As if that wasn't enough stabbing, I had to get my rabies and distemper stabs.  Well, I had some temper about that, let me tell you.

After I finally made it home, I pooped three times in a row to make Mom have to come cover it up so she won't die of the stink. Then tonight I gave her my liquid poops. Twice. She about barfed in the litter box. Score!

The moral of the story is don't take Boots to the stabby place. Ever.