I should have known something was going on when I received a mid-day paw massage. The unfolding of my red napping-blankie should have served as fair warning. I thought I was getting carried to an early dinner until AAB Christine took an early right turn and carried me Downstairs.
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. . .