The woman keeps saying that I'm getting a sister. What's a sister? The boy has a sister and she screams a lot. Am I getting one of her? I wish she understood me. I don't want a sister. I want tuna. Yeah, a lot of tuna in the bowl by my water. She said the sister is tiny and still has its eyes closed. Well, why would she want something that doesn't open its eyes? She said that she thinks that the sister will keep me company; I have Bell Bear and Whore Doll and the mouse under the stove. Why does she have to bring a screaming sister?
Oh, I have fleas and the woman is so mad. She said the flea medicine doesn't work and now the baby, that's me, has allergies again. She cut my hair where I itch and put the medicine on my skin so that I don't itch. It works but she keeps looking for the fleas and makes me hold my head down or up or over to the side, then she lifts my tail and looks at my butt for fleas. She's obsessed with fleas.
The pillow is soft. I think I'll put my head down for just a minute. Yawn.
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