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Through the net, we heard the terrible news that Muffins had hurt hiz paw paw. It was too much, Kirsch and I
couldn’t bear to hear of his distress and went to his aid.
We mopped his fevered brow and kept a close eye on his temperature, he even had a litterpan which we emptied
* wafts nose *
pooh, it stunk! We made sure that he had plenty of fluids, administered his medicine - oh what good friends
we were to Muffins out of our concern.
With our tender loving care, of course, Muffins was soon up and around in no time. We sent his mother the bill
for nursing and spent it all on nip and milkweiser when she finally paid up, mm.
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