Kitties, she made me to to the v-e-t and besides having my claws cut to the NIBS! She let them give me the State required rabies shot.
Now, my poor left leggy is hurting where they stabbed me and I am favoring it ever so slightly. And I am wandering about not seeming able to rest in one place very well.
Mom put on my baby shows and I fell asleep watching them as she went to the grocery store, but I got up and I am just not able to settle long.
Here I am in a fuzzy got-to-get-it-before-Katie-moves shot of blissful slumber last night. I'm in my recliner. Little did I know I would be ambushed and stabbed today.
So far in life I don't sing the song of my people. I barely "struggle" as she gathers me and carries me to my PTU. I am quiet to and from.
This is the third and I hope the last v-e-t I will go to. Mom changed me again, and this is the third one. ... because those front office people at the last place are, as she put it..not me Kitties, I don't use that kind of language...she said crappy! She did.
Please hope I feel better soon. xxoo
|L to R: Mustache, bib, bikini bottom and white feeties|