<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>Hi,</div><div><br></div><div>I went to the vet again today. They have a really sweet cat named Charlie Brown. He is grey and white and very nice and they were busy telling the utterly clueless momPerson that he isn't good with dogs and the ever clueless momPerson looked down and he was sniffing my nose and I was sniffing his nose and wagging my tail and they started to shreik and jump around and say he bites, don't let him near .... oh .... be nice Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown is adorable and somebody said the same thing happened when Snoopy came for a checkup, everyone was busy telling the clueless momPerson to keep Snoopy away from the cat while Snoop and the cat played nicely on the floor. Typical. I want to be perfectly honest here, I suspect there is a
reason the clueless momPerson LIKES this vet office, it's because they cater to the um.......... clueless. We can have Charlie Brown if we want and I want him but apparently the dadPerson doesn't. We'll have to work on that .....</div><div><br></div><div>Anyway there I was playing with Charlie Brown and suddenly this Jen person wisked me off to the back. Oh oh. Ouch. Out came my staples. And my cyst on my tail was down by half since my spay so Jen squeezed it down to nothing (and turned it bright red in the process) just for good measure. And then they brought me out and sent me home and when I got home I spent a long time greeting Snoopy who seized the opportunity and charged out the door only to have the nearest neighbor call out "Hi Snoopy, want to play?" at which point Snoopy pranced on over to Nicki to play and predictibly she held onto his collar until the clueless momPerson could get over there and claim
him and bring him home just as I was finishing squating in the hall and peeing a river all over the clueless momPersons wool runner which runs all the way down the hall and is now in the washing machine. I haven't had an accident in quite a few days. This was no accident.</div><div><br></div><div>That was my day so far.</div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div>Gracie</div><div style="position:fixed"></div>
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