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Trouble
Even though lots of people had seen me just after labour, I wasn't satisfied. I demanded more attention, and managed to wangle myself a place in the Special Care Unit of the hospital. Unfortunately, I hadn't counted on the tubes, syringes, cables, poking and prodding. I was causing trouble already, and my dad was still having problems with his contacts.
I am going to reproduce these shots every time my dad and I are discussing pocket money.
After a couple of days of tube feeding and little contact I was allowed more cuddles with my mum. (My face is red here because they have removed the nose tube - the sticky tape took some of my whiskers with it.)
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