It seemed like a regular Monday morning. Then, around 10:30, as I was happily sleeping on my people's bed, Main Person came in with The Cage. I keep forgetting that I'm supposed to use all my might to not get in that thing! Nothing good ever comes from being in that box. So, she got Other Cat too, and then she and Second Person put us in the backseat of the car. Next thing I knew, we were back at That Place where they put you on the metal table and poke and prod you.
I like the guy there OK, but I still hate the place. The Guy usually calls me "Fuzzy Man." Today, he commented on my beautiful, thick coat. Of course, that was seconds before he stuck a needle into me. He also squeezed my bum a little bit--but nothing like the last time we went and he had do squeeze a lot. (That was horrible; I cannot even write about it on my blog, it's so disturbing.) Anyway, the whole ordeal was apparently only about 4 minutes. He picked some tartar off of my teeth, commented on my blue eyes, and felt my belly. He said I weigh 13.5 pounds.
Other Cat also got poked and prodded. He lost weight, which Main Person says is because of his nightly workouts. But, apparently, we are both OK and don't have return to That Place for another year. Thank goodness.
4 comments:
Yuri:
I had to wait for you at the vet. It was really boring.
Third Person
Who the hell is Third Person?
Sorry--I meant Second Person.
I just want to vouch for Yuri. It was a horrible day. That Guy felt my tummy, put his fingers in my ears, and looked in my eyes. Then, when he thought I wasn't paying any attention, he stuck a needle into my hip! At least he let me run back into my Little House (his words, not mine) the second he was done. I've been bathing all day to get that doctor-y smell off me.
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