After many weeks of headaches, squinting and tilting his head to look through his lower bi-focal Chuck finally made an appointment with an optometrist. It's at 11 a.m. this morning and now he doesn't want to go.
I can't believe he is too lazy to get his ass out into the world.
I never get to go anywhere.
Well, that is not entirely true.
Years ago they shoved me in a cage and took me some place where I got shoved in another cage. Then I got put to sleep and when I woke up my testicles were gone.
And he is bitching about having his eyes checked. At least he will still have them when he gets home.
Oh.....what bother, he has to take a shower.
Maybe he should just go and smell up the place.
Or he could lick the excess hair and skin off himself like I do.
Look, since you were polite enough not to ask...the diet is going OK.
I've learned that if I sit next to the dish and stare at Mamma she will put food in it.
At first I was concerned that Sparky would get more than me but I am younger, faster and smarter than him.
I am Steve the Cat.
I eat, I sleep, I poop in a box.
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