All fixed. Literally. by Ace and Annabelle
Ace: So, Wednesday night, at 8pm, the worst thing in the WORLD happened.
Our FOOD DISH disappeared! And? Our WATER! And? all cups and bowls that might have had water in it! And the sink was drained! And the toilet covered!
AND THEY LOCKED THE BATHROOM DOOR when they SHOWERED! We were IN A PANIC! There was NO FOOD! There was NO WATER! We thought we were gonna DIE!
I showed our displeasure by taking the wet kitchen sponge and placing it ever so carefully in bed with Mom, down by her feet. She wasn’t amused. Served her right! WHERE WAS OUR FOOD?
Thursday morning, we were WASTING AWAY TO NOTHING before their very eyes, and she did the unthinkable. The box came out. Which meant we were going on a trip. Which meant we had to go see that fella who puts pokey things in us and nasty tasting stuff in our mouth. All we knew was this? Could NOT be good…
Annabelle tried to escape. I decided that I’d be good, and maybe Mom would let me out.
It didn’t work. Thursday morning she took us to that man and then? SHE LEFT US! They put us in cages and she LEFT US THERE! She didn’t come back until TODAY!
I can’t rightly remember what they did to us while we was sleepin, but our feets are sore, and Anna, she’s got a bare spot on her belly with threads to chew on. I didn’t get no threads to chew on, but man, do my balls ache! WAIT! WHERE’S MY BALLS?
But I’m happy happy happy to have mom back. I even manage to claw her with my back claws to let her know I still care, and still run the show. But mostly, I’m curled up on her feet, in her lap, on her keyboard, and loving her muchly so she won’t send us back there again! Cuz seriously. Ow.
Annabelle Says:
I’m not talking to you. I don’t love you anymore. I’M NOT HAPPY. NOT HAPPY JAN! And quit LOOKING at me like that! And Go Away! I hate you! I must lick my stitches now! And I hate the shredded paper in the cat box! AND I WILL PEE ON YOUR FLOOR TO SHOW MY DISPLEASURE! I won’t love you until Tomorrow. Maybe! Or maybe not even till AFTER THAT! But right now, GO AWAY!
PS: Yer mean, mom.
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Note from ‘Mom’: And I wasn’t kidding about the fat boy. He weighed in at 9.1 pounds to Annabelle’s 7lbs. *chuckles* They came through the surgery just fine, and will get over their attitudes in a couple days. Now if Anna would just quit LICKING, she’d feel better too. Heh.
