They got shots, and examined and the vet taught me how to properly cut their nails.
If I had dried minnows left, they would’ve gotten one. But…they already ate the dried minnows.
“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.”
(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)
