I am going to kill that woman. She took me to the vet. There I was, having a peaceful catnap on our bed. Before I knew what was happening, she had swooped me up and shoved me into the cat carrier. I was not happy. The only thing wrong with me was that I had a minor bump on the head. There was no need to go to the torturer—err—-vet for that. I tried to tell her I was OK, but she didn’t listen. So there I was, trapped in the carrier:
She took me to the car, and off we went. I yowled at her during the entire journey there to make her turn around. That didn’t work. We still ended up at the vet’s. I was terrified! I hate being caged up, and I don’t care for vets. After we arrived, I noticed there weren’t any other animals there. I thought, Thank goodness. There’s no other animals here. This should be fast.
Well, I was wrong. They put us in a room. I knew what was coming next, so I used all of my claw power to stay in the carrier. It didn’t work. Would you believe that woman had the nerve to dump me out of the carrier? Even worse, she forced me to allow the vet to examine me. He told her what I already knew—-that I had a minor bump on my head that was harmless. So, the entire trip was a waste of time and terror for me. This picture shows exactly how I feel when I’m at the vet’s.
Finally, after she got all of the paperwork for my insurance done, we went home. I didn’t want to speak to her. However, she put some salmon out. Even though I was angry with her, I came out of hiding and ate it. However, as the picture below shows, I did have the last claw word in this matter:
I really hope that this settles the matter of my ever having to go to the vet again!
OK, cats. I know that it is unusual for me to post about something good. However, Mom and I are really having a good day. She’s given me lots of belly rubs, and is making time to play with me. Right now, I am brushing up against her leg for more attention while she’s working on my blog. Oh wow . . . she’s actually stopping what she’s doing and playing with me. This is great!
There is only one thing that is bothering me. She took down that torture device know as a cat carrier. Could she be up to something? I sure hope not! If she is, though, I have many techniques to avoid being put into that miserable thing. So, I’m not going to worry. I’ve got to go, though. I’m enjoying all of this love and attention.
It is 11:23 P.M. and guess who just came home a little bit ago. Her. That human of mine. Would you believe it took her fifteen minutes to figure out that I ran out of food? I am not happy with her right now. So, I plan on doing some major sulking. That may ensure that she never leaves me home alone without food again. I don’t care if she had to work late. This isn’t fair!
Right now, I am not happy with my human. Besides not paying enough attention to me today, she killed my spider! There I was on the kitchen floor with a large, juicy spider. It was still alive. I was about to kill it when Mom took it out of my claws and smashed it in a paper towel. Then, she threw it out. There went my snack, thanks to Mom the Spider Stealer. Even worse, she treated herself to some chocolate ice cream after she’d destroyed my treat. So, I am mad at her. I’ve got to go, though. I need to find another spider and not let you-know-who see it.
I thought having this blog would create a new bond between my Mom and I. After all, all that she has to do is pay for and maintain this blog. I have to do all of the posting. Well, I was wrong. She is now trying to make this into the perfect website. While doing that, she is ignoring me. Well, I’m not having that! I’m going to brush against her leg. Oh good – she’s looking at me. I’ll post more later. Right now, I’m going to enjoy some long overdue attention.