I told all of you peoples that I was going to uncover all the dirt around here, didn’t I?
Well someone just smuggled in a container of THIS STUFF:
Who do you think it might be for?
I’ll GIVE YOU THREE HINTS.
1. They’re not peoples.
2. They don’t say “Meow.”
3. It isn’t me.
Now you have a 50-50 shot of figuring it out.
Does this face look familiar?
Now look closely at it. No, not at the spooky glowing eyes. No, not at the pathetic “please stop pointing that camera at me” expression either. Look even closer…
Like dead center in the middle of her forehead.
Look. Right. Here:
Believe it or not, THAT was the lump my peoples were so worried about for the past month. It finally grew big enough to go to the vet, and they rushed her down there so that he could
pop it aspirate it. I overheard that he got a bunch of white gunk and blood out of it. Gross, right?
Meadow claims that the vet said it was a “cyst,” but I know better. I mean, come on, he told the peoples to treat it with Stridex. Guess Meadow better lay off the chips, eh?