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Sophia: Ohmygod! Grace!
Grace: You mangy cur.
Sophia: What?! Where did you go? The kitten daddy put you in the box and took you away!
Grace: I went to see the vet, you wretched furball.
Sophia: Oh. Why?
Grace: Have you not noticed this large weeping leprous lesion on my neck?!
Sophia: Well, I always knew that I was the prettyest. ...ohmygod. Where did all your FUR go?
Grace: Dr. Martin had to shave some of it off so she could see my ichor-soaked wound. She says it looks like an allergic reaction.
Sophia: ...whew, so it's not catching.
Grace: And I have to get special medicine put on it twice a day.
Sophia: I guess that's sort of like petting.
Grace: ...and the kitten daddy is going to have to use a special tool to make me swallow pills for the next two weeks!
Sophia: Ohmygod. Is this scabrous abcess contagious?
Grace (with relish): Dr. Martin says you have to go see her soon too.
Sophia: ...ohmygod.
Grace: She says you need a SHOT.
Sophia: ...ohmygod.
Grace: Yes. In case you bite a deer. Not that you would, since I'm the biggest and best huntress in all the land. AND....
Sophia: There's more?!
Grace (gleefully): Dr. Martin says you might have fleas.
Sophia: WHAT?!?!!
Grace: Oh yes. Fleas. She says fleas often cause this sort of vile carbuncle.
Sophia: ...you're lying.
Grace: Oh no. The kitten daddy has special flea medicine. For BOTH of us,
Sophia: Ohmygod. Also, that thing on your neck is hideous.
Grace: Yes, yes it is.
Meow?
Grace: You mangy cur.
Sophia: What?! Where did you go? The kitten daddy put you in the box and took you away!
Grace: I went to see the vet, you wretched furball.
Sophia: Oh. Why?
Grace: Have you not noticed this large weeping leprous lesion on my neck?!
Sophia: Well, I always knew that I was the prettyest. ...ohmygod. Where did all your FUR go?
Grace: Dr. Martin had to shave some of it off so she could see my ichor-soaked wound. She says it looks like an allergic reaction.
Sophia: ...whew, so it's not catching.
Grace: And I have to get special medicine put on it twice a day.
Sophia: I guess that's sort of like petting.
Grace: ...and the kitten daddy is going to have to use a special tool to make me swallow pills for the next two weeks!
Sophia: Ohmygod. Is this scabrous abcess contagious?
Grace (with relish): Dr. Martin says you have to go see her soon too.
Sophia: ...ohmygod.
Grace: She says you need a SHOT.
Sophia: ...ohmygod.
Grace: Yes. In case you bite a deer. Not that you would, since I'm the biggest and best huntress in all the land. AND....
Sophia: There's more?!
Grace (gleefully): Dr. Martin says you might have fleas.
Sophia: WHAT?!?!!
Grace: Oh yes. Fleas. She says fleas often cause this sort of vile carbuncle.
Sophia: ...you're lying.
Grace: Oh no. The kitten daddy has special flea medicine. For BOTH of us,
Sophia: Ohmygod. Also, that thing on your neck is hideous.
Grace: Yes, yes it is.
Meow?