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Well, I'm really embarrassed to admit what has transpired between Thursday evening and now, but here goes...

It all began with a pesky little rash I developed when Roommate put some Frontline on me so I don't get fleas and ticks from The Dog. It got worse by the hour, so Roommate decided to take me to St. Louis Cat Clinic to get me healed up.

All was fine and dandy, the vet prescribed some goop to go on my back and some antibiotics in case there was an infection. Then the razor came out. THEY SHAVED A BIG SPOT ON MY BACK! As if it wasn't bad enough that I'm already missing hair in that spot, they took away more!

You haven't heard the worst of it...

The vet told Roommate to make me wear shirts. SHIRTS! I'm a cat! All they had to do was tell me to NOT pick or scratch my owie and I would have left it alone (tried to anyway).

Now I'm left looking like this until I heal:

How embarrassing.