Momma has the ol' carrier out in the hallway. Like I don't know what's up! She had the temerity to spray it with some new to her stuff called Feliway in the futile hope of making me less afraid. Yeah. Right. That REALLY gave me a clue that something bad was up!
I overheard her making an appointment for Monday with Dr. H. Momma thinks he is the cat's meow in looks. Me, I think he's great until he picks me up and we go "back there". I always get my claws cut 'cause I won't let mom do it. I can be such a pill. I won't need a blood test but I had an embarrassing mishap during the night so we have to see what's up with that. I may have an anal gland problem. That's embarrassing enough just with that!
So, kitties, I just wanted to ask you to send a few purrs my way. I am a getting anxious. Truth be told, so is she. She dreads the fight we always have at those times to get into the carrier.
Meow
5 comments:
Cute vets don't make the visits any easier for us kitties, but be purrave and he'll get you feeling better soon!
We'll be purring that everything goes okay at the v-e-t...we don't like getting in the carrier much either...
It's all for your own good Admiral. You must be in tip top shape to run North America.
we is purrin' fur ya already!!
sending you & mommy purrs & scritches
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