It started with Mingus. I started to get worried when he wouldn't even budge for a cookie. Clearly, something was wrong.
Then, Vespa started showing symptoms. Her first outbreak appeared on her forehead, too. She was worried.
Very, very worried.
Mingus was getting worse. He was becoming more and more lethargic. Not even promises of walks and dog parks could stir him from his funk.
The vile disease proved to be a particularly dangerous when it crossed species and started to attack my cats. I thought I did a good job quarantining the animals, but this virus was ruthless and could not be stopped!
I even started to have symptoms. Clearly, something had to be done.
Since there was no cure, the virus started to mutate. It sprouted a hood. Serious in the front...
Party in the back!
This particular mutation was first spotted on Fifty-Fifty's nose.
What to do? They've sprouted hangers and now they're everywhere!
They took over the Christmas tree...
And even my carnivorous plant.
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