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A Day in the Life of a Sugar Kitty

The horror

Went to that awful place the other day. Mom says I need to, but I don't believe her. They embarrassingly announce my weight, stick me with needles (much bigger than the ones mom uses*for insulin) and otherwise harass me. I tried to hide in mom's coat, but then she moved away from the table so I couldn't reach her. That was so mean. I just don't like going to the vet!!

It's been so long

Mom's been avoiding the computer lately. Something about wasting too much time on it, so I haven't been able to write. Nothing particularly important going on. Mom's been rearranging some furniture, but left my stuff alone.

She's still sticking me with sharp objects. Not good, but I haven't had to go to the vet as often. Very good.

Mom did tell me some sad news though. One of her friends dogs was killed this last weekend. She said he was a wonderful dog. I didn't think one of those existed, but I'll take her word for it. She was very upset by it.

Well, typing is hard work. I think it's time for a nap.

Water problems

Mom told me that we would do something to make me feel good today. I'm thinking ice cream or some really good treat. She was thinking that horrible thing called a bath. I understand that humans like to take those, but why I can't understand. Their fascination with water astounds me. Now, I like a good tongue bath, but this whole water drowned style is definitely not for me. But mom wouldn't let me out until I was all washed.

Truthfully, I do feel better, but I'd never tell her that.