this morning daddy made us go in the box and took us to a strange-smelling place where a stranger squoze us and put a cold thingy against our bellies and then stuck us with needles! oh, the indignity!

after we got home we hid under the bed for a few hours, but we forgave daddy because he had treats.

now he says we may have to have our claws clipped some time tomorrow. it's not like we even scratch stuff that much. sometimes we get a little carried away with the kneading, or when lying down next to the couch, but we're mostly really good! we are going to go sulk now. daddy looks like he's getting ready to go out somewhere anyways.

hmph.