What's a humie, you might wonder. I'm a humie, the meanest humie in the world.
The cats figure if I can call them kitties, they can call me humie.
Why am I the meanest in the world?
Sachi got stuck in a cage and made the annual trip to the vet today: tune the tail, rotate the legs, check the tuna level and, indignity of indignities, take the temperature. Also got a distemper shot, but after that temperature taking all the rest was trifling.
Look at that face - is it any wonder I feel guilty stricken?
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