I am poorly. I had to go to see the doctor this morning. He was an Australian chap - quite nice. She said to him 'I think he is trying to become a size zero. He won't keep his food down and I am worried he might be getting dehide...' something or other. A long word.
The doctor tried to look in my mouth and I clamped my jaw as tight as I could. I can't be that sick as I was stronger than him and he gave up. In revenge he put something in my bottom and then jabbed me with two needles. Then lots of ladies came to look at me in my cage and poked me with their fingers.
That white stuff is still lying in the garden. It's nice to look at it through the window but it's harsh on the paws.
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The diaries of a middle-aged cat, following his release into the community after a short spell in the cats' home.
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