I have been imprisoned for one and a half months now and I have had enough. Last week there was the surgery. This week, I had to go again for a final shot. This involved the prison warden spending three and a half minutes getting me into the cage as gently as possible so no one needed to go the ER. The trip in the car that was slow because of all the snow. I miss being outside in snow. The vet took me out of the cage, put me on the scale (I am up to 8 lbs, I have almost put on a whole pound). I got the last shot and she checked my belly since I won't wear a cone. My belly is healing well. I did get licky on my paw after all this handling, before being brought home where the prison warden touched me again.
The prison warden says I don't have to go back for a year. I hope to have broken out of here by then.
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| Styx filling me in |
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| No hissing during our meeting. |
While Styx has told me about the regular hat tax, I am not completely immune form my version.
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| I did not like having this thing held near me |
Prisoner 222503
ooh that is a winner wreath... only the best athletes get such one...
ReplyDeleteLife can be cruel and hard, but this too shall pass. Treats are worth it. Fur sure.
ReplyDeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteLanie, dear, by this time next year you'll be doing everything you can to stay with the warders, aka Lady and Man, and you and Styx and Tigris will be a festive tree-oh! I am sure of it. Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx