The good doctor

You wake up to a professional-looking lady in a white coat pushing at your belly a bit. Her nametag looms in front of you- "Dr. Norris". The pushing turns into a belly rub and you start feeling sleepy. You listen in a muzzy sort of way.

"Well, Mrs. Jenkins, just a bit of overeating. Not to be mean, but cats aren't people, you know. Can't give them half a pie and expect them not to feel it! Speaking of sentimentality, I'm glad you've FINALLY agreed to having Snowball fixed. It's not like a person- a cat really is better off that way, unless you plan to breed them."

You wake up and stare Mrs. Jenkins in the eye. Being a cat's one thing, but not that!

Written by Oberon (edited by wanderer)

Make a break for the half open door
Shake your head "no"

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