Like vets never see that happen

You jump to the floor! You, well, waddle. Damn, you're an out of shape Persian with a bellyfull of pie. Dr. Norris expertly grabs you and flips you over. You feel a sting.

You wake up, a bit sore down by your hindquarters.

Mrs. Jenkins rubs your head and gives you a bowl of milk. You feel very mellow, and spend your recovery watching soaps with her on the couch, putting on a bit of weight.

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