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Well, it was another worst-day-of-my-life day, (and they seem to be increasing in frequency). They starved me again this morning (even though I told them LOUD and CLEAR that it was past my brekfast time and I'd already gone over eight hours without a single morsel of food), and then the Food Lady took me in the blue plastic prison box to the place with the cold metal tables and barking dogs and the nice old man in the blue coat. Except today he wasn't wearing a blue coat, he was wearing a nice green shirt with some animals sewn in thread above the pocket. The Food Lady explained to me that the nice old man is a vet. But I don't think she's right about that, becuz he doesn't look like he was in the Army (unless he ran the torture unit, becuz he's good at poking me with needles and stuff).

The peeple at the vet's place are reely nice. They all know my name, just like we're old frends, and they appreciate my finely honed fashion sense, becuz I always wear a sweater or a shirt when I go there becuz the outside is cold and I'm a hairless runt who could catch the floo or something if I got a chill. Fortunately, today wasn't as bad as last week, because I didn't fall deep asleep there and wake up with my mouth and my goodie-sack all sore. Instead, they poked me in embarrassing places to find out why I still have the squirts and drained nearly all the blood from my skinny little body.

But then an AMAZING thing happened: my big bruther Mao showed up! He was there all afternoon with me. So even though I was starving, it wasn't too scary becuz Mao was there, even though he was in a particularly cranky mood and wouldn't talk to me much. They cleaned his teeth becuz he has plak which is probably why he has halitosis.

After we were there for a long long time, the nice helpful young man came in and put us in our prison boxes, and he even carried my box to the car. On the way home, Mao was wily, and he broke out of his prison box, and I thot he was going to help bust me out of mine, but he just went over to sit on the Food Lady's lap and look out the window, and thank god he shut up because he was nearly breaking my eardrums with his bellowing. When I got home I ate two cans of Fancy Feast Sliced Turkey in gravy and several helpings of chicken breast that the Food Lady made special for me. She tried to make me eat that stinky raw food, but she is insane if she thinks I'm gonna touch that crap!

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