Let's take care of that . . .

You try to wriggle away, and open your mouth to tell her to let you go (so you're not thinking clearly, you just woke up, after all).

"Mrrrreow! Hssss!" you say. You pat her with your (apparently declawed) front paws.

"Poor Kitty! Oh, I hope you aren't sick", she fusses at you, and you wriggle. "Well, we've got the vet today, anyway- I'll mention it."

This does not sound good, but on the other hand, the stomachache is getting worse.

Written by Oberon (edited by wanderer)

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