When she said “Go outside”we assumed
She was telling the truth.
Instead she crept in with those cages and we were whisked off to the vet
Where we endured prodding, poking, shots, claw clips, and fir trims.
Oliver is getting an appointment with a groomer to get a lion cut.
When we got home we couldn’t go outside either.
Bummer of a day.
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