Where's the Kitty?

Once upon a time, I was at the vet. I hissed at the vet owner. "Hey, it's okay, I'm trying to help you." I kept on hissing. "Hey, stop it," said Dad. "You're gonna be fine." Those words surprise me, I almost spoke my top-secret human language. I quickly covered my mouth with my paw, but anyway, my speech popped out. "No, I'm not!" I yelled so loud, the whole building could hear me. Dad gasped, 'cause that was a surprising (and excited) speech was let out. "YOU COULD TALK?" Dad said. Here comes the amazing speech. "No way! You are the best lil' kitty ever!" he picked me up and nuzzled me on the cheek. Then he put me back down. "Soooo, what's wrong with this cute little chubby--" I heard the full word. "I'M NOT CHUBBY," I said.

"Oh, pardon me," said Dad.

"Sooo, what's wrong with her?" said the vet owner.

"Ahem, she has bad eyesight," said Dad.

(To Be Continued)