At least it wuzn't me! It wuz my lil brofur Crockett. He had to go to da vet yesterday for his annual exam. Ya know, da usual pokin and proddin and blood stealin. I dunno what it are dey want wif our blood, but I has my suspishuns. Let's just I hasn't seen da VetMan out in da full daylight. Maybe I should wear a cross next time or bring some garlick??
Anyways, poor lil Crockett had to go to da vet yesterday. He sang da Song of our Peeples on da way there - very loud and yowly. Everyone wuz happy to see him dere, dey luv us cuz we is so friendly. But I think dey got us confused. See, Crockett are da cat who's never met a stranger. Me, I'm a lil more reserved, but I has never bitten or scratched a hooman. Well, dey learned da hard way dat dat wuz nor Crockett, MOL!
Den his momma got a call - apparently dey didn't steal enuf of his blood to run his tighters. So it wuz back to da vet for him. Purrsonally, I just think dey got hungry at dat vet's office and only ginger mancat blood could sustain em. But I don't think dere are any way dat da mommas are gonna manage to trick him back into a carrier anytime soon.
My momma's old computer died a couple days ago, so yesterday she got a new rose gold MacBook. Angelique wuz lobbying for Space Gray (I wonders why), but I told her she should get copper. I mean, all da best things in life are copper. But she said dat wuzn't an opshun. I tried to tell her to go for gold, but she went and got all girly on me instead and went for pink. Whatefur momma . . .
And as for what Angie did . . . you'll have to check back tomorrow to find out! Feel free to guess though.