Peeps had her ovaries chopped out yesterday. I would feel bad about it except that she doesn’t seem the least bit traumatized. In fact, she’s been a water-splashing, mattress-shredding, nonstop-play nuisance since. What did they give her as a pain killer, PCP?
We were worried that she might play too rough and open her stitches, so we took her into the bedroom with us for the night. But she wouldn’t let us sleep. We finally had to kick her out. I had horrible visions of finding her in the morning, spread-eagle on the floor, all bloody and guts hanging out. Yeah, I was worried. I barely slept a wink.
She’s fine, of course, and sleeping at last. Me, I’m too pooped to peep!