Dear Diary,
Let me start by saying that HH lied to me! A "vet" is an animal doctor! I did get a medal though. And I was such a good boy. I cried a bit on the way there but once we got in the room I let Curly or Blondie hold me the whole time we waited for the "Vet" (I don't think she ever was in the army!) I sat on the table and never struggled or made a sound. No one could believe I am related to HH (who has a "bad kitty" sticker in her file ---snicker.) I didn't even flinch when she stuck me with little needles. She checked to make sure my wings were clipped (for some reason Blondie was worried about that!)
But Dear Diary....when my friends told me I would get a treat after....no one told what a FABULOUS treat it would be.
Curly and Blondie went to the grocery after we returned and that's when I found my treat. A chipmunk -- a real live chipmunk!!!! When they returned from the store Blondie noticed blood on my nose and that HH and I were madly dancing around a bookcase. We'd also mussed some throw rugs.
Blondie heard Chippie squeak and looked behind the bookcase.
"They have a mouse!" she yelled to Curly. Just then Chippie ran to the kitchen and the back door. "No, it's a chipmunk!" It reached the door before Blondie could open it. She lunged for the door and opened and now......nobody knows where Chippie is!
They took all the drawers out (that's where those glasses have been!) ran the dishwasher, took the front panel off. Who knows?????
Meanwhile....I've found a really big fly they got me. Boy, this going to the vet isn't so bad if I get such nice treats afterwards!
Excitedly,
Eddie
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