Daphne (with her big bucket of doctor supplies in hand): Come on Oscar, it's time for the bet.
Oscar: twitch
Daphne: Time for your shot. Now time for your temperature. Come on little guy
Oscar (moves 4 ft away hoping that will save him): meoooow
Daphne: oh you want to go over there, ok (picks up her big bucket and moves)
This moving and following stage happens about 5 more times including
under the dinging room table and her own selection of on top of her
little table in the living room. He is surprisingly accepting,
especially if it's a sunny spot. The game is finished with Daphne's
declaration that "he is fixed and new. If he gets lost I'll come find
him. Keep an eye out for him, I'm counting on you."
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