But I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s my fault he had to go.
When I went to the vet the other day they found some nasty little bugs on me. I gave those bugs what for, but they thought I might have given Scratchy some.
I could have told them that Scratchy couldn’t possibly have gotten any bugs from me. Unless they ran up his nasty little claws. That’s the only part of Scratchy that ever touches me.
Oh wait, I did kiss Scratchy the other day. (Please don’t tell anybody.) But Scratchy was so rude he walked away right in the middle of my kiss.
So he deserves to have to go to the vet. Scratchy hates the vet.
Scratchy hates the vet so much that he has a black mark on his file there. It says “Attack Cat.”
Scratchy finally came home and I had him right where I wanted him. All caged up.
Darn, that door came open. Come on out, Scratchy.
Scratchy, what are you waiting for?
Never mind. I think maybe you should stay inside that cage.
Scratchy finally snuck out of the cage when I wasn’t looking.
He jumped on top of the kitchen cabinets…
and decided to pose as “ornament cat.”