A more accurate title for this piece would be “Zoe Gets Forced to Diet.” And she is not the least bit happy about it.
Fans and friends, I, Zoe the Fabulous Feline, was humbled—yes, I was!—to hear that so many readers enjoyed my last story, Zoe Gets Fed, about how I manipulate my poor hapless human to feed me on demand. It’s a fun thing I do, although Emily may not agree, and it was a fun tale to tell. This one? Not so much. This is a tale of true woe, a harrowing ordeal to recall.
It was Vets Day. No, not that kind of vet, but the kind where I get taken against my will to a place of horrors. Institutional beige walls, stainless steel exam tables. You would think that they would put a warmed and preferably fluffy towel or something on those cold surfaces, right?…
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