Today was the test run for my new Calming Collar. Don't know how calm I was going to see my kitty doctor tho'. I voiced my displeasure all the way there for all the good it did. Once we got there, I moved to the very back of my carrier and stayed there as long as I could. The doctor's assistant weighed me, poked me, and stuck me...reeoww! Then she announced that I am now a 'mature cat'. Excuse me? MM was no help at all. She said that we could be old ladies together! Purrlease! I am NOT old. Of all the nerve.
I was quiet going home and very happy to find a nice spot at home where I could think this over and regain some feline dignity. (And watch for my lizard in the sunlight.)
4 comments:
No, you're not old, Emmy! We are so glad to hear your vet check up went well!!!
that is a cool calming collar. Kirby's is purple and looks like an old fashion flea collar.
We are glad you are all checked out. but er don't think you are old!
Emmy, I hide in the back of my carrier too...us gray Tabbys are just alike! I don't think you are old!!
Thank you so much for your words of comfort in our time of loss. It means a lot to have friends like you! Nan
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