Help...I'm Trapped
MISTYHelp, I’m trapped in this box. I'm being held prisoner! I’m meowing but Mom isn’t letting me out of this thing. Where am I going?
Someone help me!
posted by The Crew @ 1:41 PM
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
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14 Comments:
Poor Misty. I think you are going to the vet for an alteration? Good luck little girl. We hope it is not too traumatic.
Ohhh...is Misty big enough now to go and have her "female operation"?? Hope you are all recovered from it soon, Misty!
Hang in there little Misty! Your mom and dad are doin' the right thing for ya. Hope your trip to the v-e-t is very short and you're home in no time. Bet you'll be gettin' lotza treats when you get home!
Be brave, Misty! If this is for what I think it's for... well, just be brave. Sending you pain-free vibes from me and all the Good Cats.
Uh oh. Those things are never good news. The only possible good thing is that it might mean fun kitty drugs...
You might get some sleepy stuff and just take a long nap then get to come home. Let me know if you need me!
oh no! we hear ya! we'll try ta send help furry fast
WE HEAR YOO!!! Just be patshent and hold on. Soon yull get owt of the box and evurything will be just fine. Yoo can do it.
Poor Poor thing...
Perhaps your mom wants you to become a cage-dancer. Look on the bright side: You may get some super-fly go-go boots out of the deal!
What in the world are they doing to you? Be brave......
Misty, did you ever get out of the troll box? That thing always means bad news.
oh, poor misty! it's ok--we bets you are feelin' better already (10/12--sorry, we gots some catchin' up to do). just take it easy for a few days and let Mom & Dad make a fuss over you.
purrs,
nels, ed, nitro, & xing
Poor Misty. Reely, it's not so bad. Sumtimes Mom takes me in my box back to PetSmart (where I dopted her) so they can trim my nails an I ride all round in the cart, lookin at kitty fings.
The cat afore me hated that box so much, she'd curse my woman wif efurry cat curse she knew and a few she made up. I wish I coulda met her; I mighta learned sum great language frum her.
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