I am feeling lousy! I wish I did not have to have my teeth pulled cuz they hurt me now. SHE gave me some medicine not once but twice! Then when HE came downstairs he petted me but I don't feel so good. I don't even want to roll over so HE can do the belly-rub thing. HE says my ears were warm. YA THINK? They pulled my teeth out! OUT! When HE goes to the dentist next week I am going to sit in the window and have secret thoughts. I don't like the dentist! I don't like the crate. I don't like the vet. I don't like medicine. I don't like the dentist. Did I say that already? Half purr.
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