Doctor's Log
September 5, 2004
When Beach Head and Gung Ho were in the hallway today, with the posted guards of course, Scarlett and Cover Girl decided to exact revenge for me. They replaced their bed sheets with more, uh, feminine articles. Beach Head returned to find that his bed now had pink bedsheets and a heart shaped pillow and Gung Ho found that he had Little Mermaid bedsheets and a Strawberry Shortcake Doll pillow. They'd also strung pink crepe paper around the two beds.
You should have seen the expressions on their faces. It was priceless. Jinx was hiding nearby with a digital camcorder and got it all on tape. I think tomorrow's Movie Night in the PIT.
Bazooka came back for a check up. He tried to lie and say he'd followed my directions. The only problem is that Bazooka can't lie very well. I told him if he couldn't follow simple eating habits, I'd let Beach Head or Stalker supervise a physical fitness program for him. I think that's convinced him.
I also found a cat today. He was going through a trash can outside the building. Poor thing. He was pretty scrawny, so I brought him inside and fed him. He's an old , orange tabby cat, maybe twelve years old. His tail's bent, it was broken at one point and healed wrong. One of his ears is halfway missing and there's a scar on his face. I fixed up a nice bed for him in the infirmary out of an old box and some towels. I think tonight I'll go get some flea powder and food for him.
Beach Head and Gung Ho have nicknamed him D.C. This being short for "Damn Cat". Well, I couldn't just leave him outside to starve. He's an old cat, he needs to be taken care of. Hopefully General Hawk doesn't make me kick D.C. out. I'll refuse.
By the way, they still have the girly bedsheets. Duke saw them and laughed his ass off. He told them it was a fitting punishment for trying to escape. He didn't say anything about the cat.