First, I drag out the cat carriers.
Oh, no! We're going to the vet! Run! Hide!
Then I drag out the vacuum cleaner to do some spot-cleaning.
OMG! The Machine of Death! Run! Hide!
Culminating in the infamous ass-shampoo.
Oh, the humanity!
Yeah, it's tough to be a cat tonight.
Pour One Out For Our Trucker Brothers
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Those poor, poor cats. (No, really, I am not laughing from the familiar visual.)
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