Midnight Monday
These days I'm not feeling so good. I'm old. Maybe 20 yeers old. The beans got werried when I dint want to eet and my poop turned messy and took me to the V.E.T. 2 weeks ago. She stole sum of mine blud and gave me flooids and washed mine stinky butt and sold Grandpaw spechul stinky goodness but I still don't have much of an appetite. The tests dint find anyfing reely bad and I dint haff an infekshun. So maybe it's just that I'm vury old. I spend most of mine time sleeping behind the cowch in the patio but I bin feeling a little bit better and bin going on mine cage agin.
Yup, I can still get up heer on mine own. The beans just need to leeve me alone and if I want to eet, then I'll eet. I DID eet 2 Tem-tay-shuns yestaday and a little bit of stinky goodness. But I mostly want to sleep. And I DON'T want to go back to the V.E.T. When it's time, I'll quietly go to The Bridge ware I'll see Emily and Molly and Shirley and Jennifer and Snugglepuss and Snookums agin.
Labels: Blackie is slowing down, Midnight Monday
