A cat walked down the road.
A car ran it over.
Jumping out of the car, Kristen began crying as she beheld her beloved cat’s broken body.
(WOW THAT TURNED DARK REALLY FAST)
“BAAALLLDDDYYYY!!!” she screamed.
(My word, I’m going to cry)
Olive grabbed her phone and called 911
But 911 doesn’t do anything for ran over pets. (I know, a dog got run over outside my house and we called non-emergency police)
(Olive didn’t know that)
So life-saving minutes were lost as the blood seeped from Baldy’s body; Olive and Kristen carefully moved Baldy and rushed him to the nearest animal hospital.
The vet, Dr. Dragon, who is flipping amazing, made Baldemort all better.
(That’s the name of their vet) (my baby!!)
So he went to the store and bought chocolate milk.
(Who is he? Dr dragon is a very kind woman)
(And if “he” is baldy…baldy is a cat…he can’t have chocolate milk, or cow milk, as chocolate milk will kill him, and cow milk is bad for him and I don’t want poop all over my arm again)
(Your cat, of course.)
“It’s going to take some time… his hip is broken in a few spots and one of his back legs is broken. We’ve set the broken bones. Keep him still and keep him safe, and hopefully within a few months Baldemort will be right as rain. ” Dr. Dragon reassured Kristen.
(GUYS WHY ARE YOU SO FAST!?!?! GIVE ME A CHANCE!)
“I’m still not sure how he even got out the house,” Kristen dried up her tears, but her voice was still shaking, “he’s an indoor cat, the sun burns his hairless body…someone who hates him may have put him outside.”
(I’m sorry dawn, I’m just happy my cat hasn’t died)
But that wasn’t the case.
Doctor Dragon pondered Kristen’s words then asked, “Sphinx’s are certainly clever cats. Do you have a latch door?”
“I do not, and he’s only 3 pounds…he’s tiny”
“Hmm…keep a close eye on him, alright? Try to figure out what happened. Maybe someone left a window open and he jumped out?” Dr. Dragon suggested
“Maybe…I will definitely make sure he heals well,” Kristen sighed.
Olive paced the waiting room.
What Kristen didn’t know was that Baldy had joined O.W.C.A.
“HAHAHAAAAA,” screamed a mustachioed but chubby 4-year-old that burst into the room and shot Baldemort with a Nerf gun.
Baldemort screeched and Kristen ran in and grabbed the 4 year old.
Kristen threw the 4 year old out the window.
The toddler’s chubbiness proved to make him quite bouncy as well, and he bounced into the busy intersection, causing cars to swerve off the road in their attempt to avoid the child who was now screaming through his mustache, “IT’S NERF OR NOTHIN'” in his abnormally deep voice.
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