Celica says:
This morning I got a shock. Someone named Scooter came in a carrier and the Slaves let him out in MY house. I don't remember any Scooter. And it's MY house. MINE I say.
Well, I hissed, and they told me not too. Well, what else am I supposed to do? It's MY house. They told me he's really old. I DON'T CARE. IT'S MY HOUSE!!!!
Eventually they put him back in his carrier and took him to the vet. Ha, ha, ha, I didn't have to go, just Scooter.
He looks a bit strange too. What's with that eye?
Anyway, after the vet visit, they took him away and when they came back, everything was good again. I had a good sleep on my Man Slave's lap. Laps are nice.
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