Yesterday I went to the vet. Here are five ways that I made the trip enjoyable for my Mommy:
1. I yowled all the way there. Hey, how would you like to jammed into a plastic prison box? Not to mention having to endure a trip in the metal monster. It felt like I was held prisoner for hours.
2. Then I refused to come out of my carrier. The vet and Mommy had to drag me out. I knew where I was. I knew they are going to stab me. Why make the process easy ?
3.They stabbed me and took some of my blood. I squirmed and meowed as much as I could. Before that they rubbed alcohol on my paw. I tried to lick it off. Blech!!
4.The vet wanted to see me walk because I've been limping slightly. I preferred to sit down and lick my private parts.
5. On the way home I peed all over the carrier. It's plastic. She'll wash it.