They spent most of the morning "loving" (a.k.a. torturing) the kitties. Sometimes I feel that God will hold me accountable for bringing those poor, defenseless animals into our home. One of these times was yesterday."McKay, why are the kitties wet?"
"I was playing doctor. I was the doctor and they were the patients."
"So why are they wet?"
"First I had to make them open up and say 'Ahhh."
"And...."
"Then they needed a shot. I didn't have a shot so I had to pour their shot on them."
And now you understand why all our previous cats have run away from our house.
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The cats look like they've accepted their fate.
Reminds me of when I was little and I'd sneak my cats in through my bedroom window and dress them up in my doll clothes. They didn't stick around very long either!
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