I’ve been harried from pillar to post this month, especially this week. Here’s the story:
A few weeks ago, MomGoth smelled a bad smell in the laundry room. When she investigated, she found a dead mouse IN THE WASHING MACHINE. Clean, but dead.
Ever since then, I’ve been bitten to pieces. MomGoth inspected, and found me covered with fleas!
She took me to the mean old vet, and he shaved me here and shaved me there, drew blood, and put medicine on my neck on the shaven place.
He said my blood tattled on me and said I have a urinary tract infection, whatever that means, and gave MomGoth two boxes of stuff that she put in the refrigerator as well as more flea medicine. I was afraid to tell him that it hurts when I pee. No telling what he would have done, then!
I tried to hide in the closet under Mom’s blouses. The loud thing found me.