No one carries me Downstairs. Ever.
AB Karen pulled the car around while AAB Christine Kidnapped me from My Library and rushed down the stairs and toward the Outside.
Let me tell you, I let them hear it on the way to the V-E-T. I knew that was where I was going.
Now, don't get me wrong. . . I will be Forever Grateful to Dr. Jon for telling my toenails to grow back, but other than that we aren't great friends. I remember how he gave me pills when I lost my toenails.
So when we got to the Thorntown Veterinary Clinic I put on one of my maddest faces:
The vet always sends in a nice Assistant to try to soften me up. I ignored her. I ignored EVERBODY. I surveyed the clinic's parking lot for intruders and tried to mentally go to a Happy Place.
I was weighed, and I am pleased to tell you that you can bring on the treats, people! I am, once again, a Picture of Feline Health. I weigh slightly over ten pounds and am maintaining a healthy weight; I am alert and responsive; I am a very cooperative cat and am a joy to behold.
Everything went downhill from there. Dr. Jon came in to see me and got very personal with the exam. Then he petted me for a while, which was okay. Then he decided to look at my teeth and my eyes and my ears and all of my other handsome parts.
Brace yourselves, Cats. . . this next picture is not pretty.
Then Dr. Jon gave me those awful, horrible shots--which are totally unnecessary, since I am an Inside Only cat and can't possibly catch any of the horrible things that a lot of cats could catch. The last one makes a loud POP and had me clutching the edge of the table really tight. . . luckily they do that at the very last, so I got to go sit in the car and catch my breath after that.
Oh, I forgot to mention the only nice part about my Vet trip. AB Karen did not bring the Stupid Pet Box to the Library, so I got to use my backup carrier, AAB Christine. The people at the Thorntown Veterinary Clinic think that it is very impressive that I travel with a Posse. Yes, that's how I roll. . .
Fe-line fine!
Tober
13 comments:
Oh no!!! We don't like going to the v-e-t either!!! The trip there is never fun! And they do some of the worst things to us! Okay, we admit, they have their uses, but most of the time....they just aren't worth visiting!
We hope you have recovered from your visit.
We're glad that the v-e-t visit went well and you have been declared fit for duty!
We are happy to hear you are fe-line fine, Mr. Tober! Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving with lots of turkey!
TOBER! OK--I admit I laughed, yet I felt you! Glad you ignored everybody on your way to being fee-line fine and FREE! Your staff better big time pamper you!
Noir
Tober, we're so happy that you survived the v-e-t visit and you are the picture of fine feline health!!
You have your own posse? Wow.
We're glad you survived the indignities with grace and sulking.
Glad to hear your vet visit went well - they are always upsetting. rest up Tober!
We are glad you are fe-line fine! Concatulations!
Of course you should run with your own posse. You is the boss an' furry imPAWtant, too! If we is correct, you shouldn't has to worry 'bout more vet visits fur anudder year unless you gets sicks or somethin' yike dat.
Tober I am glad that you survived your trip to the Vet. We are glad that everything is Aok with you!!
The V-E-T is not fun! You did a great job keeping your chin up at the V-E-T.
Just ignorin da vet an all it entails is da bestest way to get thru it. I become nothing more than a lump of fur. Or I try to climb inside Mom's skin. Is dis tortchur really necessessessairy?
Pictor of health is good.
Purrs,
Victor
Tober, that's great that you got a good report from the vet! All famous celebrities travel with an entourage.
Post a Comment