This is Gypsy, bringing you this week’s mews.
And let me just say that I was not a happy kitty last Thursday.
Motor Mommy very unceremoniously
shoved put me in that plastic box-thing that she keeps over in the corner. She took me out of the office, and the next thing I knew, we were at “that place”. You know: that place where kitties get poked and prodded and stuck with sharp objects and……and….well, I don’t really need to go into more detail.
Yes, it was time for my annual check-up. I was a good girl, though, and efurryone there was very nice to me. I just love Dr. Betty, my vet.
I weigh 10.6 pounds, and Dr. Betty says I’m a healthy kitty.
Motor Mommy took these pictures of me when we got back to the shop.
Is my displeasure showing?
(Pee Ess: I quickly forgave Motor Mommy for taking me to the vet. She explained to me that she had to do it because she and Motor Man love me so much and want me to stay healthy. It’s all part of having a happy furever home.)
~These Days Of Mine~