Wake Up Kitty

My tooth is still killing me. I went to the dentist but he said my teeth are fine. It's time we go to the doctor, my brother says. "We" means you! My brother doesn't like to visit doctors. He stays far away from them. I don't like doctors either. Been there too often, spent most of my life waiting there.. in the waiting room, undressed till a doctor found some time (often after hours) to look 10 secs at me.. waiting for a result (it never came). I don't trust them. The good news is that my doctor doesn't like me either. So we both try not to meet that much. Now I have to go. I can't find any alcohol left over to kill the nerve pains banging in my head and ear and whole face. Not that it works.. but at least drinking is better as doing nothing. The doctor can't find a thing after not examining me and tells me to go back to the dentist. So back to the dentist it is. The dentist is astonished I have so much pain. I think he is getting old. He saw me a...

Granny always wanted me to wear clean underpants. What if you get an accident and they take you to the hospital, she asked me. As I was small it somehow did make sense. Later I thought it was nonsense. If I really get something bad out on the street, I will probably be covered with blood or have a heart attack. I don't think anyone will have a clear look at the state of my underpants at that critical moment. Talking about underpants. Those I had to wear at night were the worst. These were the kinds I was not allowed to wear at daytime. But still too good to throw away! They weren't looking that great and much too wide also. The elastic was partly broken or not resilient anymore. I can tell you these were very dangerous underpants! Even in bed you were able to strangle yourself in it (well your legs) . For example if you just wanted to turn on your other side or tried to get out of bed. I really hated them. Today I had to go to the hospital to see a doctor. I remembered granny...