Kitties! My claws are gonna be cut! A groomer is coming to do it. The vet tech person I thought liked me and mommy quit any and all communication at all, suddenly in January and refuses to answer our queries as to what is the matter. We know we didn't meow anything wrong. So rather than haul me out just for claw cutting, she engaged a groomer who comes by every 4/5 weeks and trims them for me.
Thing is mom has to sit here till the groomer comes. It's not raining so she wants desperately to get outside and work up some sweat. She just texted them and they said 11-1. So mom asked if she could at least go to the Park and walk an hour. Then they texted they'd make us next since it's so short a visit. We're still waiting.
I'm all unsuspecting in my beddie. Mom has the PTU upside down to receive me when they get here. They insist that I be put in a carrier and taken out to the Van. Almost may as well go to the v-e-t.
I'll dream in till mom wakes me. Seeya bye.