Yes, I got all my shots and my chip at the vet’s a couple of weeks ago. Let’s just leave it at that. Some things should just be left alone. Here’s one thing I will say. When they started trimming my claws, I put up with it for three paws but put my foot down when they started on the fourth paw. Enough was enough and they had to surrender to my anger at that point. Ha! I rule!
See if you can help me out with this. This week, once again I carefully produced a fine sized wet hairball in the bathroom floor. It was a beauty. Pop came in, in the dark and she was barefoot. She stepped on my lovely hairball. First she said, “Damn it Fred”. I think that was some sort of remark of admiration regarding my large, beautiful, wet hairball. Then as she began to clean up the floor and her foot she started talking about ducks. She kept saying, “Duck! Duck! Duck!” over and over. At least that’s what it sounded like she was saying. I thought maybe she was losing her mind or something. So I just went outside on the screened in patio. What the hell was she talking about? Duck?
Have a great weekend
Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys)