May 19th 2013 10:40 pm
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Saturday started so well. I had my breakfast, I had a run in the garden, I had snuggles with my mum and then suddenly she got up and ready to leave. I wandered about reminding her about my don't-follow-me-treats and she gave me some but no sooner had I stopped crunching than she grabbed me and in my box I went.
Rest assured I put up a good fight and nearly got away and mum did admit that was harder than she expected but she won. She carried me out to the car, strapped me on and off we went. She put the radio on and it was Cher so we both sang along all the way. I think I sang better.
Then we were there - the VET!!
Luckily it was a civilised waiting room. The only dog was a nine week old puppy and I was bigger than him and all the rest were cats. Mum made rather too much of a fuss of the puppy. She better not have got any ideas.
Anyway the vet was keen to see me and we didn't wait long and the good news is that I am once again pronounced fit and healthy, same weight as last year and the vet said I'm "beautiful". I'm not a girl.
I told my mum I preferred last year's vet who called me "Great". Mum said he didn't call me Great - he was just saying that generally in a happy the cat is healthy kind of way - but he did. He knew magnificence when he saw it.
Back home - I always like to have a good sniff around when I get back in case anything has changed but it hadn't and the rest of the weekend was good. Mum says no more vet for me until next year as long as I stay out of trouble. I will. I do not like vet.
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Glad you got a clean bill health mate. Our mums like to torture us and take us to the vet weather we need to or not. The last vet I saw couldn't get over the fact I am 14 and gave me a cuddle she was nice to me so I let her.
I think the beautiful comment was about you and your health mate take it as a complement. You are one very good looking kitty.
Glad da vet visit went ok! And maybe da vet meant handsome instead.
Oh no. Why did she have to take you there? Couldn't she just have asked you, and you could have told her that you're in top condition? That vet visit was so unnecessary. And why did Josie not have to go?
"Stay out of trouble"? Ha!
I am so sorry that you had to go to the Vet! Going there is the absolute worst thing you could do. If your mum had just asked you how you were, you would have gladly told her. Cats would rather stay home, in their nice comfy home, than get shoved into a box, taken for a ride in the car and taken to the Vet's office. We would promise our mums anything NOT to go! At least you know that you won't have to go back there unless you get into trouble. That should be an easy thing to promise your mum, right?