Thoughts on life, tape measurers, man in a hat, & vaccum cleaners from a spoiled rotten kitty cat. Oh, & animals....lots of animals!!!
Poor Oreo! Tell your mommy to e-mail me!
You need to go, Oreo. if you don't get your rooster shots you can get really sick. We all love you too much to let you get sick.
OH NO! Manny hates when he gets those postcards in the mail!
You have our sympathy, Oreo. About the only time we get mail is when our doctor tells us it's time for a checkup or A SHOT!!
Oreo, EEEEK!But at least they didn't send you mail asking if you were concerned about your weight, like I got once.
WE'VE GOT THOSE CARDS TOO! FUR ALL 3 OF US!!! our Lady had just 'bout furgotten 'em an now she's 'membering again. we really really really like yur picshure lots - grate fang ackshun!
Uh oh, Oreo! Mom says we're prob'ly gonna be gettin' postcards like that soon too! We need to figure out how to get them out of the mail before the beans get to it.
Dooooood RUN!!! HIDE!!! I have a cubby hole you can stay in until they forget about stabbing you...
Uh oh. Dat iznt furry gud news in da mail. We agree wid u dat sum beans shoodn't be on urth. An dey shood defnitly be FIXED!!!! Luf, Us
oh no! ack. sorry buddy, shots stink.
oh no!!! poor oweo!!Hiss at the shooty guy!
(gasp!) Not the vet! I HATE getting shots. Just being there makes me tense.Get dee helicopters to ship you across da country, Oreo! I wish I could.
Oreo...I get those cards in the mail too. I don't blame ya for not wanting to go.Hugs, Tia (and Sitka)
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