Life Suks

So, win the peepul got home frum taking the Skeez on a rode trip (wich he woodn't shut up abowt, btw), they were pettin' me and telling me how happy they were to be bak home, win they discuverd a pimpul (wich, if I were Klingon, wood be calld a "gorch") on my forehed. So the next morning they forst me, kikking and skreeming, into my kardbord prizzin box for a trip to bulevard pet hospitul. And they kept me thare for 2 nites, wich was the werst ixpeeriense of my life. They stuk needuls in my pimpul and draned it and gave me shots. They calld my pimpul an "ABsess," even tho it's noware neer my abs. The only thing that saved me frum going kompleeteley insanse was that gramma's cat, my frend Babe, was inkarserayted thare, too, and we got to stay in side-by-side prizzin sells. Babe had bin thare way longer than me becuz he is vary sik. But now I'm home, and I have larinjitus frum yelling at the top of my lungs for 2 days strate. I think Mao had the rite idea abowt running away frum home....