Off to the V-E-T

Well, it’s hard to keep up to date with the blog while I’m traumatised!

That dashed red and wire cage came out of its hiding place on Tuesday afternoon and Sooz scooped me up and threw me in to it – despite my vociferous and dramatic protestations – and then slammed the lid shut. What the? Then Kaz threw a towel over me and the cage -and luckily didn’t say “Ta da” or “Abracadabra” or anything stupid like that because OMG I could have disappeared. What happened was much worse though … she took me to the vet! And do you know what they do at the vet? They take your temperature! And not in a nice way! Then they cut my fingers off (well, trimmed my claws) … and forced tablets down my throat. And if that wasn’t bad enough they put me on the scales (5.25kg) and wouldn’t let play on the cat tower in the room where they were keeping me prisoner! Yes, yes, I know I’m being a teensy little dramatic but it wasn’t a very nice experience at all. I’d like to see someone take Kaz to the vet and see how she likes it when they shove a thermometer you know where! And if that wasn’t bad enough, while we were waiting to see the V-E-T (yes, I can spell Kaz) there was a girl there who said hello to me – and put her fingers in my cage and I could tell by the look of horror on Kaz’s face that she thought I was going to bite her! Of course I didn’t … because I’m a good girl I am. But I will admit it was nice to get home and resume normal activities!