When I was four my family had to give me up, so they brought me to a shelter in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I remained incarcerated for a year, at the end of which I was transferred to the Huron Valley Humane Society in Ann Arbor, Michigan, in a last-ditch effort to find me a home. Five days later, I did. This is the tale of my happy ever after.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Better Than A Card
Mom's still a little sick today. I have felt bad that she's had to do all the nose-blowing and coughing and stuff alone. It's so much nicer, if you have to go through something yucky, to go through it with a friend, don't you think? So this morning I realized there was one way I could show her how much I sympathize with her. She turned off the alarm, got out of bed to blow her nose, and then as she was coming over to pet me, I very proudly and solemnly threw up on the floor. (I'm actually sort of glad I did it anyway. I ate some weird bugs yesterday and I don't think one or two of them agreed with my tummy.) Ta dum! Isn't having family great?
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