We dont like vets...

two yeers ago I got very sick an coudnt breave. My daDDy run me to the vet and my daDDy he gimme mouf-to-cat-mouf respirashun on the way - in the car. Them vets charged him ovah a thousand dollars for three visits, lotsa pills, checkin my tummy, looking down my throat, and coundt find what wuz killin me!

My daDDy he wuz broked. He had to charge most of the vet bills.

He watch me at home an he see me chewing. So he figured it out. I wuz eatin houseplants!

He got rid of them plants and I aint sick no more.

My daDDY he helped them vetrinary guyz pay for their yachts.

Now we got plastik plants and they dont taste good at all!