When she returned from the North Country, she popped out my carrier. I was nervous. We went to the place I do not like--Northgate Vet. I had a checkup. I had gained a pound. That is good. They trimmed my Captain Hook claws. And I came home with new pills which I am not supposed to know about, but I know she put them in my chicken tonight. I also learned that I have been a benefit to veterinary science: because of me they changed testing procedures there, since they didn't diagnose my problem for seven years. Now every cat gets the test I finally got, which has led to my healing.
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