I'm not feeling real well at the moment and Mum and Dad are not very happy with me - in fact they wouldn't even share their bacon with me - or with my brother and sister either, which got me into trouble with them as well.
Apparently it had something to do with the fact that I threw up on the kitchen floor, and the dining room floor twice, and then the back verandah. Although if I go by the yelling, it also had a lot to do with me trying to eat it again. I was only trying to help clean up.
Mum and I had already had a falling out, when she called me in before she went to Guides, and I brought my lizard I had caught with me. She said it wasn't coming in, I said it was, there was a bit of a scuffle - and I lost my lizard and she ended up bleeding. Not a good start to the evening for either of us.
Once she let me back out when she got home, I found another lizard - or two - and ate them. I don't think that was a good idea, thinking it over...I started feeling not too good after that - and things went from there.Mind you, Smitty gets a sore paw and he is off to the Vets - I throw up and no vet visit for me. I like seeing Linda too. And he gets bacon and cheese to make him feel better - I get told I can't have it because I threw up. Not fair really.
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