Dom thee Danger Catte has a barnacle on his hip and went in to the shippe's catte chirurgeon for prelim exam and blood workup this afternoon. Tomorrow morning he goes in for barnacle removal and biopsy. He fought free of the carrier on the way home tonight to escape to the back seat where he loudly yowled his outrage.
OI DUZZINT LOIKE BEIN ROWED IN THEE DINGHY T'THEE CHIRURGEON!
OI BE 'APPY WIF ME HIPPE BARRRGHNICKEL!!
ARRRGH YE LISSENIN T'ME!!!
He tried farting in my general direction to emphasize his outrage, which just made me laugh (and roll down a window).
Currently he is sitting close to my chair, but with his back pointedly turned.
I will honor Monkey in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
~Charles "Darwin" Dickens