What do you mean I have to go to the vet today?
(Meg’s having her teeth cleaned and not happy about it)
Lookatthat! Lookatthat! Lookitthat! Lookatthat! Lookatthat!
Stoopid levitating squirrel. I killie you with my brain.
Brain killieing squirrels is hard work. Napz now.
2 cats got to vet 1 comes back—makes me very nervous.*
*Jordan is acting very insecure and part of it is
probably that we won’t get Meg back until this
afternoon once the vet is done with her teeth.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog June 11 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)