Toes Woes Weekend

I, Rocky, publicly ask for forgiveness. We had some serious toes woes this weekend, and the buck stops here. I accept the blame for dislocating a toe belonging to our human artist Suzanne.

It all started when my mom Sharolyn accidentally stepped on Callie's toes, and Callie screeched out one of her banshee screams, making my pupils dilate and my tail puff up. My only recourse was to jump on Callie, wheretofore we rolled rolled around on the floor screeching like something out of a Roadrunner cartoon, Fracas screeching on the sidelines.

Sharolyn screeched at us to stop it, causing her sister Suzanne to race down the stairs screeching What's going on down there? Whole lotta screechin' goin' on! Then Callie ran on the other side of a door, and when I chased after her, Suzanne tried to close the door while blocking me with her foot, and BAM! The door hit her toe.

So Suzanne fell on the floor screeching and when she took off her shoe, one of her toes was pointing completely backwards! (This is heresay, because when I tried to look at it they both screeched at me.) Then Sharolyn dragged Suzanne to the human emergency v.e.t. and they were gone for six hours! It took that long to pull and twist Suzanne's toe back into position, which involved fainting, yakking and clutching at the doctor, who screeched, Hey, don't grab the guy with the needle! ... so I don't think she enjoyed it very much.

Now Suzanne is wearing a big funny shoe that requires our sniffing. She doesn't seem as upset with me now, but maybe that's because of all the human nip they gave her for pain. So I confess my part in all this. But I think Callie should share the blame. If she hadn't started this screech-a-thon, Suzanne's toe might not look like something out of Frankenstein's lab!