I was tricked into going to the Vet. I was tricked!
She had the PTU ready and turned upside down to drape me into it. She was smart enough to do that three days in advance so I wouldn't put two and two together. She gave me a favorite flavor of Fancy for breakfast. We played. I looked out the front door a long time. She combed me while I monorailed on the tub edge. All was well.
Then, she made a mistake. She said "Brushie"? but wanted to do brushies in "my" room where my PTU stays open. That is NOT where we do brushies. We do those in the living room. I refused and went straight to the forest of chair and table legs where she couldn't get me.
She kept tempting me..I came closer but stayed within the protection of a few chair legs. SO, she went and opened the front door again. Kitties, I trusted her and went straight to the door. She scooped me up and the rest is bad history.
I had to see a KITTEN in the waiting room! It made me mad and growl and hiss and talk nasty! Later I did allow Tiffany the Tech to hold me, even though I had hissed even at Mommy in our lone exam room, the whole time we waited. I got an exam (I gained weight! HA! So they say! HA!) and got my ears looked at, they were fine. The rest of the exam but no temp. AND a pedicure. I was p-i-$$ e-d to the ear tips! Mom had them apply flea med because I am a brat when she tries.
Now I'm home.
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