Bickering Baby

Dr. Whiskers didn’t pay any attention to Baby.  She just went on to explain to the boys that Ace had some pulled muscles, a broken rib and some cuts that needed some special cream.  Ace had already taken care of the bill and due to the prompt payment she gave him a bottle of the cream.  To be honest, Smokey found that rather impressive.  On the other hand, Baby (for some odd reason) didn’t want to let this go.

          “You mean that’s all he had??”  she meowed in shock.  “For meowin’ out loud he was in A DOG’S MOUTH!”  She looked at Ace with pure disgust.  “Didn’t you tell her that you were in a dog’s mouth?”

          “I’m fine and feeling a lot better,” Ace meowed confidently.  “I don’t know what you’re worried about it for.”

          Baby wasn’t listening.  She was on a roll and there was no stopping her.  You could call it jealousy, you might call it disbelief in the fast treatment or you could just call it being flat-out ticked off.  After all, the way it was going it seemed like they would never get to any of the baseball camps!  “How do we know that you’re not some kind of fake?”  she asked.  “Maybe you’re being investigated like some of those goofy human doctors.”