It was Martin Luther King day and my mommy was watching CNN, my doctor was giving another cat a big massage he calls an "echocardiogram" and I was being poked in the leg for the second time in two weeks. And again, they found my blood is fine. No matter how much medicine I take, I can handle it. I'm a big, tough guy.
This morning, as a reward, my mother brought us roast chicken which we liked a lot. Why do I have to be sick to get roast chicken? (Note: Good point, Henry.)
Next time, please note: Mommy gets blood taken, Henry watches CNN. Henry and Larry still get roast chicken. Mommy's a vegetarian anyway.
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