The catty doctor is strange.
Sometimes she pats my head and gives me ear scritches, but then she'll try to look in my mouth or grab my neck. I don't like this, so I try to bite her.
Yesterday, she prodded me, looked in my ear, felt my side... then she squeezed underneath me... she squeezed my catty bits.
She said something about 'bladder'.
My human looked worried.
My catty bits still felt weird from where they were squeezed.
I was annoyed with the catty doctor.
I did a big wee on her table while looking straight at her.
It was fun.
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