Is it really so hard to warm a stethoscope before they pop it onto your chest? Those things are really cold and even though I have fur, it’s no fun. Yes, you guessed it, I was at the V-E-T this morning (yes, Mummies, I can spell that) – it was all a bit of a surprise really. One minute I was asleep on the bed and the next M Sooz was patting me and then M Kaz was scooping me up … and then they were putting me in my carry cage. I didn’t even have time to get my extra legs out before they had me in there – you know how I like to make it as difficult for them as I can!
Even though I had one of the first appointments this morning, there were about 5 other furries who did as well – and, you know, I don’t think they had six vets on so M Kaz and I had a little wait before we were seen. I wasn’t there for my nails this time … it was so they could give me an injection the size of a … well, it was pretty big. The V-E-T said I would probably be a bit quieter and sleep a bit over the next 24-48 hours, so I will do what I can to make sure she’s right.
I showed M Kaz a new trick today. When it was time to leave the V-E-T, I was on the consulting table – and yes, they did weigh me – 5.4 kg, and yes, my teeth are good, and yes I still have my heart murmur – and the V-E-T just put my cage to the edge of the table, and I just stepped into it – no fuss, no bother. I’d like to see the Mummies try to get me to do that at home – and don’t think they won’t give it a try next time.
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