Mrs J has been extra nice to the Masters in the last few days. They’ve enjoyed extra cuddles and their favourite canned foods (reindeer and ostrich, go figure).
Not that they’re grateful or anything.
YOU should be grateful, for the privilege to serve.
Today, Mr J brought down their carriage.
They like their carriage.
They seemingly also don’t find the prospect of travel off-putting in the least.
What they do not realize is that this means it’s time for their annual trip to the v-e-t for their annual s-h-o-t-s.
She's hiding something, bro. I just know it!
Actually, the Masters have a strategy for the vet. Just look cute and purr constantly – that way she can’t hear anything with that nasty stethoscope. Hah!
You couldn't hurt little old meeee.... could you?
It will probably hurt Mrs J more than it will them, in the end.
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