We brought BoneCrusher home from the vet today. The other cats think he smells funny and aren't sure they want him to stay.
A couple of them just came downstairs from visiting the litter box that now houses the special litter BC needs to keep his paws from getting infected the next 10 days. Not happy campers. They're creatures of habit and don't appreciate recycled newspaper pellets where crystals oughta be. They lined up in front of me to submit this formal complaint:
Buck up, guys. We do what we gotta for family.
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