I hate taking my cats to the vet. I hate taking my cats anywhere. The last time put Tiamet in the car, the melodramatic mrow-ing was unbearable. All she would have needed to complete the motif was a tiny tin cup to rattle across the front metal bars of the cat carrier. When Lazarus is in the cat carrier, his voice gets about 6 octaves deeper than usual, like he's doing some weird feline Barry White impression. In other news, it appears as though Jesus Christ has started fighting crime. I always knew he'd make a great superhero. I wonder if we can get a spotlight signal for him like Batman's. When trouble's brewing, we could just shine a giant crucifix light into the night sky...
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