It's good to be back at my clinic again.  Being away gives you a fresh look at things. No longer do I worry about what the humans might be planning.  I think that's in part due to the fact that all I saw today was cats.  It does help me to rest easy knowing that my precious dog parts are not anyone's target, but I am troubled by the sheer number of feline visitors I've seen.

Grumbles, the cat has been staying for awhile.  She frowned so much that her face got stuck that way.  Sweet Sally says that she's my Aunt, on account of the fact that she belongs to my dad's mom.  "So, if Becky and Tara are Dr. Smith's sisters, then that means Grumbles is your sister, right Dr. G?" Sally questioned teasingly.  "No way" my dad answered, "I will never admit to being related to that evil cat!".  Admittedly, Grumbles was the angriest cat to have stayed at my clinic.  Sure we have the screamers and the criers, but they only stay for a few loud minutes and then they're gone.  Grumbles had been at the clinic for a whole week.  She had a whole condo to herself,  it was bigger than the apartment Bea and I shared, and she still yowled and growled and hissed whenever anyone by.  The humans take one look at her and say, "She's so beautiful", to which my mother always replies "Beauty is way more than skin deep!".  Not everyone can have the combination of good looks and inner sweetness like I do.

Billie was our other outspoken visitor today.  He's one of our regulars.  He comes several times a year for the humans to collect the yellow marking liquid.  Sometimes my parents will take the stuff directly from a cats' belly, but for Billie they always wait for him to provide it.  It must be more useful that way.

Billie knows just want the humans want too, but he makes them wait for it.  He gets them to give him treats, lots of attention and even free roam of the place over the lunch time kibble break!  Bille really knows how to work it.  Mother says Billie gets special treatment because his kidneys stopped working awhile ago, but "he's not even half way through his nine lives yet" she always adds with a smile.  Billie got carried away today using Vonnie's leg as a scratching post, and he didn't even get into trouble. Vonnie said "Good job Billie, you need to get mean, 'cause it's only the mean cats that live forever.  The good ones always die young!" 
I really hope that's not true, otherwise Grumbles will never ever take that final trip across the bridge!!!!