I'm afraid, I'm in the Wars lately. While trying to execute a high speed dash across the kitchen in pursuit of a fallen morsel, I slipped on the flooring, and seemed to have hurt my back or hips.
I heard Dad leaving a message on an answer phone, ( I knew it was about me, because he was looking at me, and smoothing my ears, while he was talking). He was talking to a catopractor, or someone from Cairo, either way, I'm not sure I like the sound of it. Its bad enough waiting for that visit of Marmaduke Ginger Bits, without having a Cat from Cairo practise on me, still if it fixes my back, and theres bound to be treats.....
Walk Number Eleventy-Seven Bazillion
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