Just back from my beauty and cosmetic parlour, formerly known as the vet's. I decided that the benefits of waste reduction, and so very green of me, is to return to the table of reduction and ask my, um, cosmetic surgeon to assist me.
Moments later, and after something akin to a party popper was placed up my derriere, I was free of the waste and ready to eat again! My poop was partying, and no longer a part of me.
Am considering a range of beauty treatments for any self respecting kitty lady like myself. And the receptionists are so kind and thoughtful, and the new vet warmed her mits first.
Joy has returned to my life again.
Friday, 23 May 2008
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