Terrance had been accused of being awkward before, a fact he was rather proud of, but today when the lament was made, he felt miffed.
Awkward? All he was doing was batting a weed with his paw, if this was awkward, then he was a fierce lion.
Casting a confused glance towards the woman who gave him his milk, he ceased his play, and strode over expecting a cuddle, instead he was swept his up and pushed into a small box.
Staring through the bars he miaowed plaintively.
“Trust you to find Bittersweet Hemlock, off to the vets we go.”
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Oh no! Lucky that he was found in time. Great take Deb. Thanks for joining in
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Naughty kitten 🐈⬛
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And so adorable
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This made me think of the book the duck and I are currently reading: The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa
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That sounds interesting. 🙂
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Which is worse to a cat: Being poisoned or going to the vet?
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Being washed 😉
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Ahh I hope all was ok
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Oh no!🙀
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