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Fat Cat
My aunt's beloved cat Ginger had grown seriously overweight,
so she decided to take him to the vet to find out if there
was anything wrong with him - and more to the point, whether
anything could be done about it. So she put him into the kit-
ty-carry box, and drove to the surgery.
The doc prescribed a course of pills, and my aunt left, happy
in the knowledge that Ginger would soon be his slim old self
again. But after a few weeks of taking the pills, there was
no change: Ginger was as fat as ever. Soon months had gone by,
and still there was no difference. In fact, if anything, it
was getting worse. The other problem was the invoices from the
vet - these pills were costing a fortune. It soon became clear
to us all that Ginger had become a doc-billed fatty-puss.
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