They have been monkeying with our email settings and we’ve had to nag the Secretary to sort it out. As The Man is fond of saying: “If it aint broke, don’t fix it.”
On to the more important news…The Man didn’t tell Dinah about this (just hold still- I’ll get to it in a minute, OK?) til she came home, but he had to take me to see Dr. Vet a couple of weeks ago. I went to the scratch-box several times, but didn’t pee. He was worried and so was Dr.Vet.
I HAD TO STAY THERE ALL DAY AND THEY KEPT STICKING POINTY THINGS IN ME!
And Dr. Vet says I’m diabolic.[she means diabetic. Ed.] Diabolic, diabetic, who cares!
[We all care, Geiger. Just tell the story.Ed]
Well, when Dinah came home she and The Man went to see Dr. Vet and asked him what they should do. That’s rich! they don’t have to “do” anything. I’m the one who has to have things “done.” And the first thing was a change in diet.The Wicked Witch got rid of our old crunchies and started feeding us new ones.
Sporran here: yes, I’m having the same food, but it’s OK because the new crunchies taste good.
And I’m not allowed to have any “extra treats” like the occasional miniscule scrap of bacon or that little bit of Cheddar that falls off the grater thingy. Holy guacamole! I didn’t think she could move that fast!
And today the Witch came home and told us that we both have to go to Dr. vetr next Tuesday and have another blood test.
Yes, me too! I’m not sick so it doesn’t seem fair!
Ed. It’s because you are sisters and Dr. Vet wants to be sure you are OK, Sporran.
So…that’s our miserable news. If we survive the ordeal on Tuesday we’ll let you know.
Oh yes, one more thing…the Witch is a traitor! When she went to France she let another cat sleep on her bed!
This cat is called Cola. He has a brother called Coca. I suppose the Evil Witch missed us and Cola was just being kind.