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Leave a treat for Marina
Nicknames: my sweet little psycho monkey baby, monkey, monkey baby, mocha choca latte, sandy paws, kissy baby, reenie, monk-a-roonie, Marina-rina, Mommy's precious gift from God
Kitty Complexion:
If I could, I'd comb the sky
and collect the stars,
quickly pile them into a basket
until it overflowed with silvery light.
And then I'd give the basket to you,
because all things precious
and beautiful
should be yours today.
Grannie's best friend died yesterday. She ran off the road then over corrected. She went right then left, she spun clockwise then went right again. She hit a ditch, hit a fence, flipped, was thrown from the car and died at the scene. Mommy knows she was a good driver. She was a long-distance truck driver. This day she was in her car. Mommy thinks she fell asleep at the wheel and woke up once she hit the right shoulder. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt and she didn't have insurance on her car. Thank God no one else was involved.
Please tell your parents to be careful and wear seatbelts. And don't drive tired. It's not worth losing their lives.
Looks like I ate the foil afterall. Guess mommy will have to keep an eye on me too. I sure hope I don't have to go to the vet tomorrow. Today was bad enough.
Mommy grilled chicken last night. She wrapped the pieces in foil so they wouldn't burn but they would still have that good grilled taste. Last night Tosca got into the trash and ate the foil. Mommy didn't know which one of us did it although she thought it was Tosca. *gives Tosca a dirty look* Mommy decided it was a good idea to take both of us to the vet.
The vet was busy, busy. There were dogs there and cats. They even had a horse that they called "a mastif." I hissed and spit and growled. I dealt with it all day. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. The last time the vet took me out of the cage, I bit her. That's right, I bit the vet. *dances* I bit the vet, I bit the vet, I bit the vet.
Mommy was wondering why it took so long for me and Tosca to come to the front. She was stunned when they came out with two carriers instead of the one we came in. They told her it was just safer this way because I was so upset. You bet I was upset. I had to spend all day at the vet and there was nothing wrong with me. *hissssssssss*
I'm back home now and I'm a bit on edge but I'm trying to get in a nap and forget the day.
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