Friday, May 27, 2011

This Week

Oh hello, friends!

Well, this was a traumatic week for
me and the Squeaker.

Mostly because we went to the Vet.  We hadn't been in a couple of years,
and that was mostly my fault.
Veterinarians, and their assistants, too,
are afraid of me.
I pull my "Wild Turkish Street Cat" routine
in their office,
and they nearly wet their pants in fear.

It happened again this time,
so there I was, pretty quickly, with
my face stuffed in a bag, and two people holding onto me with leather gloves
(now don't you think that's a bit excessive?
After all, I am 13 years old,
or maybe older. . . )
 I did manage to get a rabies shot and some other dreadful shot out of it.

How demeaning.  
They wanted to "examine" me,
but no way was I having any of that!

Vets are afraid of me.
They told her not to bring me back there.


Now back to looking for that ball behind the bookcase.

I know it's back here!
I put it here myself!
But I can't see it!
Why can't she just move these shelves?

Uh oh,

. . . she just took the camera out again;
I know she wants a shot of me
with my butt in the air.

No way will I lower myself for that!

See ya later,


Debra She Who Seeks said...

Oh dear. When they get the gauntlets out, that's not good. You are one fierce feline!

Fuzzy Tales said...

We love vet "killers!" LOL. Way to go, striking heart in the fear of non-human medical professionals...We're impressed!

Fuzzy Tales said...

Uh, that would be striking FEAR in the HEART....The mom is NOT awake this early. LOL.

Katnip Lounge said...

Oh, we could only HOPE to make a Human wet their pants in fear!

It's good to have a goal.