## Mista...Mista...Get...Me...Outta Here Noctis is INSANE at the vet, He just loses it... *🎵 Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)* LITERALLY. I have to wrestle him to keep him still. The vet is at it again, trying to cut his balls off...but we ain't havin' it... <p style="text-align: center;"> <img src="assets/images/noctis/noctismistamistavet.jpg" style="width: 75%; border-radius: 8px;"> </p> She's like, "OK, Teeth look good." I was thinking how did you even look, LOL. Anyways... She always wants us to stop feeding him home cooked meals. She seems to get upset when I ask questions that are probably not convenient to answer or when she feels like I'm challenging her. Every year she is obsessed with cutting his balls off, but me and the homie are tight. I'm never gonna let that happen unless it's causing a medical condition. But man, I declined almost everything and she was seething...she must have been. If her disdain was showing on the outside, I'm sure she was seething on the inside. He's a duck dawg...jumpin' in lake that smell like poop pretty often. We are not going to put him on antibiotics every time something comes up.