Tomorrow I'm going to the vet to have a sty-like thing removed from my eyelid. Louise is all worried because she's wary of vets; meanwhile Thelma is saying I'm having "an eye job" to make me look "no older than five." She's trying to get Louise to lighten up, but I don't think it's working.
The vet (he said his name is Alex) is a very nice man who believes this is a very minor procedure and there's nothing to worry about. He's very kind to me & even to dumb ol' Nestle.
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