No root canal for me today. The dentist's receptionist called me this morning to report that the dentist's cat bit him yesterday and now his hand has swollen up like a sausage.
The same thing happened to me a few years ago. I was goofing around with one of our cats and he got a little bit out of control and bit me on the hand hard enough to reach the muscle. Cat spit is so toxic that by the next day my hand was three times fatter than normal.
Cats suck sometimes, but they're still smarter than most dogs.
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Leave it to us to plan medical procedures on our birthdays. I dodged mine, too!
Happy Birthday Fred!
Happy Birthday Fred Schiller... And, eeewww... Attack Cats, Sausage Hands, and Root Canals?!? Jeez Fred, You make Indiana Jones looks like a Slacker...
Later,
Tony
P.S. Do You mind if I add You to my Links-A-Roni section on my blog???
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger...and gives us good stories to share around the campfire.
Happy Birthday right back at'cha Mr. Akins. It's cool that we started life within 24 hours of each other. I guess that means we should go out together--perhaps riding an atomic bomb down on the Ruskies?
Feel free to link away, Tony. It's what all the cool kids are doing. I shall do the same in an attempt to trap all the best people on the web into our little net of insanity and fun. Woo, indeed.
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