July 11th 2007 11:26 am
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On Tuesday dad brought out the evil travel box, which I do not like at all. I tried to say that I didn't want to go, but into the box I went. And then into the car. I know this wasn't good. This almost always means we're going to the dreaded V-E-T.
I don't like riding in cars, especially the twisty dizzy ramps on the freeway. I can't possibly understand why my dad likes highways so much, they are dreadful places. Yes, I did cry, I'll admit it. But it was really good and didn't get car sick.
In the waiting room there were lots of other animals too, including this really big doggie that made me nervous. I also saw another black kitty that looked a lot like me. He was a bit older and seemed to be really calm. His human brought him over (in his box) to say hi, he was pretty quiet, though. I wanted to tell everyone how horrible this whole experience was though. Everyone should know how bad going to the V-E-T is, even when we're there.
The actual V-E-T man was nice, and pet me a lot while poking. Not too much poking, fortunately, and he said I was really healthy and happy (which is true except when I'm there), and best of all I didn't need any shots.
The trip home wasn't so bad, because I knew we were going HOME :) I was really good again and didn't get sick, and happily bounded up the stairs to my places and toys and food dish. I got treats, too!
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