I heard you on the phone. I heard you say "cat" "ear" "Chase" "Dr" "tomorrow at 11:40". These things together spell trouble. Yeah my ear is crooked and redish- what of it? No don't touch it!! Stop it, I don't want you looking in there!!!
Its certainly no reason to take me to the stabby place. I swear, if they try to steal my blood I'm saving my poop that I usually give them and pooping on you! And yes, you'd better make sure my Awesome Man is there or I'm going to be BAD. Hissy bad. Growly bad.
So yeah, my day: not going so well. I just know I'll have to have those horrible drop things in my ears and I hate that. They drip and itch and are yucky. Oh and Woman, if you'd clean my ears more often maybe this wouldn't happen? You know I have waxy ears. How about we make it a weekly thing instead of once a monthish?
***Revised Letter to Woman****
Did you not hear my pathetic yet manly mews in the car? Did I not tell you I was FINE?? I do thank you for making sure my Awesome Man was there for me. His presence did make me a bit happier. Now about this PTU thing: I'm not coming out, ever. You have to take the top off or good luck!
Did I not tell you I was FINE?! I told you I was fine and nothing was wrong. What did the VET lady say? That's right, she said I'm fine and nothing is wrong. But I did get gaggy pills and anitbiotics. Great....see what this got me??
And they told me I wouldn't fit into a Speedo!!??? If I knew what that was I'd be offended.
Thank you for returning me promptly to my PTU with KAZE'S PINK SNUGGLE inside. There were comments made. Many comments.