Oh no, the dreaded PTU (prosoner transport unit) is out! Who's going this time? Not me, I'm going to the dungeon to hide....
Crap, she got me anyway. Oh, there's dad, he's a soft touch...Dad, please let me out. Obviously there has been a mistake, I don't belong in here. Hey, what do you mean by sorry, it's your turn. This isn't right, they're abusing an Innocent kitty!
Sure lady, yoo can smile, they're not about to shove things up yoor butt and squeeze yoor innards. O.K., here is the only good part of going to see these evil, evil people... They have fishies! Reel live, swimming around, tasty, um, I mean pretty, fishies. Oh no, they called my name! Now they reely start the torture...
Heh, heh, heh...They had to take the PTU apart to get me out. I'm not going to make this easy for them.
Dr. Janssen is o.k., if she didn't do the "bad stuff" I could reely like her. I didn't want pikshers of the thing they did to my poor backside, she's just lissening to my heart here...she also looked in my eyes and ears and checked my teeth. Mom hasta skedjool a 'dental' for me in a couple weeks. This I've heard is not bad, you go to sleep and when you wake up your teeth
Then Dr. Janssen got around to this...
Yup, she shot me! And mom held on to me while she did it! Well, when they took me home I jumped out of the PTU and hid a'hind the couch until everything went back to normal. Now I'm on my furry pillow teleporting to a party that Pounce of Katnippia is throwing (sans pawrents).
HAPPY PURRTHDAY JETER HARRIS!
AND HERE IS A HUG FOR EVERYONE OF YOU