July 4th 2016 5:43 pm
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Today my Mummy gave me the final gift of freedom from pain. It must have been expensive, because I can look down from the Bridge and see her crying. Orkney is here and she says that's standard operating procedure.
Now Mummy only has my two sisters left to cuddle with. I hope they snuggle up on the bed with her tonight.
April 28th 2016 5:59 am
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Last week I spent two nights away from home for the first time ever. I was off my food (a VERY bad sign) and had developed a lumpy patch in my abdomen, so the vet opened me up to peer at my gizzards. He found a bad bit so he took it out, sewed my gizzards back together and stitched me back up again. Mummy was allowed to take me home on the third day and they gave her the bad bit in a jar so that she can have pathology done on it if necessary. She says it's too disgusting to look at so she's wrapped the jar in a paper bag and put a plastic bag over the top of it. I think she should get it out and put it in her display cabinet with her Painted Ponies. It's a unique souvenir of my time away from home and a timely reminder to her NEVER TO SYRINGE FEED ME THAT YUCKY RECOVERY FOOD EVER AGAIN. What do you think?
September 4th 2013 5:13 am
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I had to go to the V-E-T on the weekend because my eyes are infected. As usual, I was a model patient. For the first time in years I weighed in under 7 kilos! So then the vet asked Mummy all these questions such as was I eating OK and stuff...jeepers, they complain when I'm too fat, and then they worry when I lose weight - I can't win! Mummy explained that she has been extremely strict with my diet lately because I'm not exercising as much as I used to, not that I have ever been very keen on exercise.
I spent the day recovering from the vet visit and then on Sunday our home was invaded by two terrible creatures; they looked like hoomans but they were too small to be hoomans, and they chased after me *shudders*. One of them had me cornered under the futon, and I decided that if ever there was a time to move my bod, this was it. I came shooting out from under the futon at the speed of light, straight past the small hooman-like thing which shrieked in surprise. Teeheehee!
Arrow contrived to get away just as the invasion commenced, and spent all day hiding in a corner of the chook pen, which was also invaded, but she managed to stay out of sight. I hear the chickens were not so lucky...
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