I will write more later today. Our human was worried about me. I wasn’t eating and had lost a lot of weight. She took me to the kind vet in the box from hell. Something called my thyroid is making too much busy juice. I’ll be getting a pill to help calm the thyroid down. It better not interfere with my work. Our human hopes that I won’t sit at her feet anymore, yelling, “GOEZ OUT. GOEZ OUT. GOEZ OUT.” all night long.
Ruti, the Really really wired
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