Well, I went to the V-E-T today for my Annual Rear-end Stabbing. I almost got lucky. AAB Karen took a day off and left AB Christine in charge of taking me in, which was not a very smart thing to do. AB Christine was all "La-de-dah, Tober's appointment is on Tuesday, La-de-dah, typity-type" and had no clue that I was supposed to be somewhere at 2:20pm. It's extra funny because AAB Karen emailed her from HOME to remind her and she was all, "I got this" and still she forgot.
So we got a call from the V-E-T office (they don't want to miss a chance to torment a cat) saying "Hey where is Tober?" and my posse rounded me up and away we went.
AB Christine drove (!) and AAB Britta hugged me.
So we got there thirty minutes late and I got weighed and Britta and Christine told the technician how awesome I am. I don't have any lumps or bumps and I eat Good Life and I use the box and I most certainly do NOT scoot because gentleman-cats do not do such things.
Then the technician said she had to ask extra questions this time around because I am--you won't believe this, guys--a "senior" cat.
A senior cat.
There's something off about that, though. I looked up this nifty Cat-to-Human age chart.
|This is worth Biggifying!|
According to this chart and due to my Indoor-onlyness, I am forty-four (44) in Human years.
Here is your assignment, blog readers: Go find a 44-year-old Human and offer her a Senior Discount. Let me know what happens.
Anyhoo, I do not feel like a senior cat. I am in my prime! And it's how I feel that matters, right?
Then Dr. Jon examined me (which is very rude) and stabbed me in the rear-end while Christine laughed and took pictures and Britta felt sorry for me.
See me grabbing for the edge of the table? Cats, that's a good move to use--one of these days it's going to work and I'll never have to go to the V-E-T again! (Dogs, I'm not sure if your paws are flexy-bendy enough to accomplish the "counter grab" so you might want to experiment a little before trying it at the V-E-T.)
After the poking and prodding and staring into my eyeballs and earholes Dr. Jon's minion presented me with THIS:
|Feline equivalent of an AARP mailing.|
Oh, and don't forget the HOT PINK feline training device! It's in Christine's drawer right now, but it was kind of fun seeing how well she's trained. She throws it across the library, and I stare at her until she goes to pick it up. So maybe I should call it a Human Training Device!
My library ladies say I should be Thankful that I have such a fantastic V-E-T office staff and I suppose they are right. THANKS Dr. Jon and Thorntown Veterinary Clinic staff! I was only sore for one (1) whole day. They're definitely a great place to take your pets to be
My next post is going to be super-awesome! Something special arrived in the mail today!
Healthy, prime-time purrs and vigorous headbutts,