Notice that I don’t blend into Mom’s car like Hemingway. Also, Mom finds it necessary to put me in a carrier. I’m singing the “song of my people” here!Mom, can’t you tell by my very big eyes that I don’t want to be at the doctor’s house? What kind of Mom are you?Mom, can’t you tell by my helicopter ears and frown that I’m not happy?I actually enjoyed this little basket, but if you notice, I’m still singing the “song of my people”.Lady, don’t even think of trying to take my temperature. I know how that’s done!I wonder if Hemingway went through all of this.Here’s the Doctor Lady and she told me I was very handsome. Then she went and told Mom that I was too heavy and need to lose some weight. Well, if they wouldn’t have put my tail in this box on the scale, I would have been fine. I’m athletic and have a runner’s body. Doesn’t the Doctor Lady realize that? Besides, I’m only 15.9 pounds so I’m 7 pounds lighter than Hemingway. I deserve a treat for that!
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