Gentle Reader,
Alas, My Minions have been sorely lacking in their duties. I should be their number one priority in all things!
After all, I am a superior being. A Cat.
This morning, the Senior Minion (not to be confused with the Primary Minion) put me in the dreaded box and took me to that VILE place. The Veterinarian’s office. I had made it quiet clear that there would be no more visits to that terrible place.
I let the minion know of my displeasure the entire way there.
Once there I was assaulted. ASSAULTED I say! Just because my nether regions were once again threatening to explode. Does not mean that I need to see said individuals dressed in white.
Once home I retired to my place of rest to recuperate from my terrible ordeal. The Senior Minion may have had cause to take me to that awful place, as I do feel better. But I do not have to like it.
I’ll just walk in front of both the Minions on the stairs.
Ever Yours,
Charlie, The Cat
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