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Life of a former foster kitten

The Vet

March 22nd 2009 8:55 am
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Yesterday morning Daddy got out a cat carrier. It wasn't mine so at first I didn't pay attention to it. Then he got dressed and tried to catch me! Oh no! I thought I was staying here! I don't wanna go to the adoption show!! He caught me and put me in the carrier. As we drove away I got scared. Then I noticed we weren't making the usual turns to go to the adoption show and the trip was much shorter. He carried me into a building and into a small room with a counter. It smelled like other cats but I didn't see any. Daddy opened the top of my carrier and petted me. I was so happy this wasn't the adoption show so I purred.

Shortly a woman came in. She put me on a scale, poked around in my ears. I have a lot of dirt in my ears so she took a swab then left. I got to go back in my carrier. This was strange. No other kitties, no big huge scary building with dogs and noise, and only one stranger who was very nice. What was this.

Then a man came in. He was nice. He petted me, I rubbed up against his hand. The carrier I was in splits in two so I got to stay there on my kitty bed as he examined me. I didn't like some of it, but I kept reminding myself that it could be worse. He said I was very well behaved. I got some shots and he cleaned my ears. It felt nice when he was done. Then my carrier was put back together and we left. I did see one other kitty who I didn't like, but that was it. We went home.

Daddy said the man was my vet and I may have to go back in a few weeks if my ears don't get better. That won't be so bad.


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