Friday, February 23, 2007

Fire Cats

Today the basket came out. All prowled around, but it was The Old One who was chosen and she did not like being in it. The Old One was taken to the vets, and when she returned she told us how the vet had pulled out one of her teeth with a pair of sharp things. They went in the car, and The Old One did not like it. But now she eats better, and looks happier.
We spent the day, which was wet and dreary, curled above the fire in the place of choice, sleeping.

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